Mcyt oneshots

Am I crazy?

Hey so I don't really post stories and when I do I take them down after a few days, but I've decided to post this and keep it up so...

Let me know what you think

Oh and btw you live in Texas, sorry bout that
-Greywashere

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I think you crazy too

I know you're gone

It's probably the reason

That we get along

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    It was 10 o’clock at night I was texting Sapnap, about meeting up with him and going to Six Flags. All of the sudden, I hear my parents call my brother and me downstairs. “What do they want?” I mumbled to myself. “We probably forgot to do something” my brother complained as he crawled out of his bed. We both make our way downstairs to see both our parents in the living room. My mom was on the couch and my dad was standing up. My mom looked like she had been crying, but my oblivious brother didn’t seem to notice.  My dad looked at both of us. “We think you should both know what’s about to happen,” He said and took a deep breath “Your mom and I aren’t going to be living together anymore” He continued. “It has nothing to do with you guys, and we both love you two” My mom interjected saying. She continued talking but I had stopped listening. 

“Is this really happening?”  “Are they serious?” “Of course they are, they would joke about this.” “What happens now?”  “Do we live with both?” “Do we have to choose” “Who do I choose?”
All these questions ran through my head. I wouldn’t say them out loud, I never did. My brother, however, wasn’t afraid to voice his questions or opinions on the matter. It didn’t take long for my parents to notice my silence. “What about you, y/n?” My dad asked, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Got any questions?” He prodded. He knew I wouldn’t say anything but that didn’t stop him from asking. “I-” I started but quickly decided against it. “If they knew, what I knew, what I felt, would they get mad?” “Of course they would, who wouldn’t?” I shook my head to clear my thoughts and answer his question. “Of course you don’t. Why would you? It’s not like your parents are getting divorced” He said, flopping down onto the small couch opposite to my mom. 

She pulled herself up and brought me into the kitchen. “This is a good thing. You know that. We all knew this was going to happen, even if some of us didn’t want to see it.” She explained. “This is going to be good for us” She repeated with a smile, although I could tell it wasn’t for me. “I know mom,” I said returning the pseudo smile “ I just need some time to think” I continued as I walked to the back door. “I understand” She relented as she let me leave.

“It’s happening. They’re finally going to do it” I look up at the night sky, trying to find the strongest stars breaking through the clouds. Some appear and stay but most disappear again. I stand there a moment, struggling to find them, but they keep leaving. They taunt me, going in and out of sight like we’re playing a game of sorts. I continue to play until my eyes get too blurry to see. The tears start rolling down my cheeks. I go to wipe them, staring at the salty evidence of emotion left on my fingertips. “Why am I crying? I knew this would happen. I wanted this to happen.” How couldn’t I? The fighting and yelling had gotten more common in the past months. Waking up to broken objects. Coming home to missing photos. It was only a matter of time. “They’re tears of joy” I chuckle. The realization lifted me up to a new height, only for the guilt to slam me back to earth. “What is wrong with me? I’m happy? My parents are splitting up and I’m crying tears of joy and laughing” The joy turns sour as the guilt seeps through my skin, finding its place in my bones.

 I walk out the gate, pulling out my phone and texting my mom with one hand. Feeling the slight strain the sudden change in light has on my eyes. I turn and walk out into a field, where I can feel the grass hitting my ankles and the wind touching my face, drying the last evidence of tear I had missed. I let my mom know I’m going for a walk. I walk through the field seeing the train tracks in the moonlight. I find myself scrolling through my texts, landing on the one other person who knew. Knew what was happening, knew how I would feel and would know how I feel now. I sit on the concrete of some old pipe and type out a cry for help. 

I type and delete. Type and delete. “What if he’s busy? I don’t want to bother him.” “Come on, you know he’d get mad if you didn’t call him” I sigh as I send the message. ‘it happened’ He would know what’s happening. He found out a few weeks before when he heard the yelling while we were playing a game. “He’s probably asle-” A busy from my phone shakes me from my thoughts. ‘Incoming call from Clay’  I answer it immediately. “Hey,” I say in a broken voice “What happened?” I explain the talk, the silence, the tears. The happiness. He stays silent outside of little affirmations that he’s still there. I finish and let silence blanket the call. 

“Am I a bad person?” I have to know.

“No.” He responds.

“Am I crazy?” I regret the question but fear the answer

“Of course you are, that’s why we’re friends. But this doesn’t make you crazy, it just makes you human” He says.

“God that was cheesy” I chuckle. He responds with a tea kettle like wheeze.

“Thank you” I say as I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding

“Anytime”

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So there you go hope you enjoyed
Eat some food and GO TO SLEEP <3-Greywashere