If I Die Before I Wake. [Open]

[am_i_even_alive]

Characters: Yoite am_i_even_alive and Cherry Charles J Chrishunds likeagoodson and who ever wants to butt in!
Setting/Location: The small room Charles uses as his Chapel on the third floor of the Caravan.
Date & Time: Day 30 around the break of nightfall.
Warnings: Confused teenage hymaphrodite boy seeking god. Blood and illness. Yoite is a warning in himself >_<

Comments

/Its alright ^^ I've been snowed under with RL things too >_<

[am_i_even_alive]

It was at least good, that Charley waited for Yoite to finish what he was already struggling with. He was so used to people talking over him, missing his points or not even bothering to listen in the first place, so, being in this humble little room, with Charley, was starting to become more and more so comfortable. It was odd however, Yoite couldn't see Charley all that well, but he could tell he wasn't being stared at, now was the other thinking anything harsh or judgemental about him. It was comforting.

Pausing to cough, Yoite covered his lips. Blood pooling from between his fingers, dripping slowly down to land upon his lap, staining his dark jeans with a shinny tint. "Excuse me." he spoke soon after, drying the blood from his lips with the back of a hand, Yoite was used to this after all.

It was possibly nothing at all like how normal people would confess, Yoite had never done it before himself, he was just trusting in the holyman he believed Charley to be. Uttering his most private secrets in the hopes that thy would be forgiven and forgotten.

"I see ..." he sounded a little sad at what Charley ahd explained about heaven. "And the other place? if you're rejected into heaven?" As he was sure after that explination that he would be damned if that was the case. He'd killed, he was even killing himself slowly ... it was a tragic thing to realize ... that he'd be suffering even after death.