Tim hasnt left my room since Jeff came in, im starting to think Brian sent him to see how long he could deal with me. But then again Brian was nice and doesnt seem like he'd do that. Maybe Alex sent him.
I heard shuffling and then a lighter. I looked at Tim, this is the second time in this hour. "Stop," I muttered, my voice was scratchy and made me cringe
"what?" he asked, looking up at me. i pointed lazily at the cigarette he had in his mouth. "It's not gonna kill you, Toby" He sighed,
"if you keep doing it it might" He sighed again and handed them to me,
"im gonna be pissy," He said. i shrugged and put them under my pillow. i was beginning to warm up to him and it made me happy. then my stomach felt weird.
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"no toby, i dont think cats and dogs speak the same langue but with a different accent." he said, before turning to me, i thought he was going to yell at me but instead he reached over and pushed my hair back. my stomach felt weird again, "why dont you get some sleep?"
I went to say something but instead i stood up and rushed to the restroom, locking the door behind me, i got there just in time because i began to throw up almost immediately. "shit- toby are you okay?" I ran a hand through my hair. i went to say that i was fine but instead i stared at my hand. it was a flower petal. I red flower petal.
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these stupid flowers. (ticimask)
Fanfiction"hey you okay?" he placed a hand on me and that place felt weird, then i began to felt something grow on it. this cant be happening. TRIGGER WARNINGS!! blood, drugs, angst, no smut, yelling, swears, slurs, near death
