Lost Until Found 2/?

[alifeofourown]

Title: Lost Until Found
Pairing: Gabe Saporta and William Beckett
Rating: Mature
Summary: “Just shut up. You don’t know what it’s like to be there.” He looked up at the doctor and the man was now frightened by William. “You haven’t had to worry about trying to figure out how to live...."
Author Notes: This was partially difficult to write, mostly

Comments

[flora_et_fauna]

Owie ;__________;
Bleach on open wounds hurts like hell ;_; Even if it's a teeny tiny nothing of a cut and it's not pure bleach. It still HURTS. Ouch.
Man, I would have agreed to read whatever the wanted Bilvy to read instead of trying to play the hero. If only for the bleach ;_;

Other than me flinching at the mention of cleaning products coming in contact with open wound (once again, OUCH), this was a great chapter. :)

What's going to happen next?? :D? D:?

[alifeofourown]

Before I launch into the story that partially influenced this chapter I'll tell you this. What's going to happen next, no one knows, except for the next chapter. I hope it's good, but once again, who knows?

Okay, story time! Bleach on an open wound is like, lighting a fire on your skin. I would know because when I was little I got a cut on my hand and my cousin was trying to help my by disinfecting it and instead of grabbing the rubbing alcohol...he grabbed the bottle of bleach.

Let's just say things didn't end up too well. And I cried for five hours straight I think...

It's all just a blur.

[flora_et_fauna]

;_______________________________; I know it hurts.

When I do the dishes without gloves, the skin on my hands cracks open because I'm allergic to the detergent. I barely notice it at the moment - it's only hours later than I actually feel them - but this one time I cleaned the bathroom right after the dishes... without gloves. Not a good idea.
I accidentally got some watered-down bleach on my hand and cried like a baby. And I wasn't a little kid. ;_;

If I were you, I would have killed your cousin. You poor thing. *hugs*

[alifeofourown]

Ouchiesssss. I would've cried too, even if I wasn't a kid. Bleach + open wounds = OUCH!

I was going to kill him after I stopped crying but he had already left and then my mom told me if I killed him I couldn't have my Christmas presents so I left him alone.

*huggles*

[flora_et_fauna]

Awww. You should have asked someone else to kill him for you. That way you wouldn't be technically breaking your mom's rule.
At least you got a really nice Christmas present, right?? (:

[alifeofourown]

I would've but I was...six, so I didn't know any better.
Yup! I got a mini electric guitar and didn't stop playing it for a month straight!
And then it broke, and I never got it fixed.
Oh well. I miss that shiny red guitar though.

[flora_et_fauna]

...kill him now? :D

AW, you made me remember the time my grandma got me a little pink keyboard and a multicolored xylophone! The mini keyboard broke so easily. ): I wonder where the xylophone is...

You should totally demand a mini electric guitar for Christmas. :D

[alifeofourown]

I just might.

Aww, yay for mini keyboards and xylophones. I want a xylophone now. That's be cool to be a sixteen year old sitting in my room playing a rainbow colored xylophone. Hey, it'd be rainbowy!

I did demand one. My mom laughed in my face...