Feels Like Today snip unedited
Blank grey eyes stares ahead while huddling in the bathroom glad to have lock the door behind him, Calamity Coyote close his eyes shoulders trembling for what it seems to him the umpteenth time. He tries to keep hold of the feeling of being a familiar to his mentor, Wile E. Coyote who he sees more of a father figure then his own father. Which is saying much to the young coyote as a dark look appears on his face. He can’t say the guilt and pain to the great teacher who cares about him.
How could he be an idiot of possibly thinking of visiting his father only to get the impression those he considers friends had no idea of his existence and find him strange because he’s a tech-wiz much to his father’s embarrassment. Should he tell his mentor? No he doesn’t want to bear his problems on him. He gulps back a suppress sob while trying to think who he could talk to. Life is terrible and nothing seems great anymore unless you count his mentor and a good friend who he keeps chasing for fun, Little Beeper and his mentor Roadrunner.
A glint at the corner of the small gray coyote’s eyes catches his attention. Breath hitches at the sight of of the blade. Fingers twitch to hold the cool steel of the blade as it cuts on his wrist. Calamity shakes his head looking at the old scars which he’s having trouble hiding do to the urges of cutting recently. ‘Should I? Or shouldn’t I? A little cut won’t hurt but take away the horrible pain I’m in,’ he muse moving away from the corner unable to bring himself to his feet. With a grunt he crawls across the tiles where the blade keeps glinting in the light teasingly to him.
How could he be an idiot of possibly thinking of visiting his father only to get the impression those he considers friends had no idea of his existence and find him strange because he’s a tech-wiz much to his father’s embarrassment. Should he tell his mentor? No he doesn’t want to bear his problems on him. He gulps back a suppress sob while trying to think who he could talk to. Life is terrible and nothing seems great anymore unless you count his mentor and a good friend who he keeps chasing for fun, Little Beeper and his mentor Roadrunner.
A glint at the corner of the small gray coyote’s eyes catches his attention. Breath hitches at the sight of of the blade. Fingers twitch to hold the cool steel of the blade as it cuts on his wrist. Calamity shakes his head looking at the old scars which he’s having trouble hiding do to the urges of cutting recently. ‘Should I? Or shouldn’t I? A little cut won’t hurt but take away the horrible pain I’m in,’ he muse moving away from the corner unable to bring himself to his feet. With a grunt he crawls across the tiles where the blade keeps glinting in the light teasingly to him.