Who: Claudio
thecrowingtobe and Trauma
mademyhell When: Friday night/Saturday morning.
Where: Apartment of Emo in Sector Four.
Summary: Nightmares are a bitch.
Warnings: Talk of suicidal behavior. Trauma curses a lot? ....Is excessive emo a warning? Cause it probably should be? excessive tl;dr oh my god why is it so long
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It knows its lines It's well rehearsed//It sucked you in, it dragged you down//To where there is no hallow ground//Where holiness is never found )
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Of course. He was just fucking all kinds of things up now wasn't he? Wake up everyone in the goddamn apartment too.
He still was stuck with the earth shattering paranoia that something was coming after him, the kind that stuck around when you'd just woken up. It had dredged up all the shit he normally buried and just...tried to fucking ignore. Unhealthy? Probably. A lot easier to deal with? Hell fucking yes. Try going through the day remembering what your mom was like the moment her sanity shattered. Not something he felt like reliving constantly. (He probably deserved it though, a voice in the back of his head told him. It was probably right.About the point he tried to acknowledge someone else was even in the room, let alone try to even fucking speak, he realized at some point he'd been crying or some shit like that from the wet tracks he felt under his palms. God. What the fuck was wrong with him. He drew up his knees to sit more normally, and wiped furiously at his eyes, easier to be angry at the reaction then deal with ( ... )
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First Jinx and... and what ever that was, now Trauma and not sleeping and this... We’re all falling apart... he thought to himself, willing the deeper more father like voice to not reply to anything. To stay silent and away for now so he didn’t feel like he was going crazy now as well ( ... )
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He stared at the water bottle for a moment, debating if it was a bad idea or a very good one with the way he was feeling like he was going to throw up. Trauma finally took it and spent a bit longer staring at the thing and fidgeting with the label instead of opening it like he should have.
Terry wanted to say it wasn't that bad. He really wanted to. But he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be believed. Waking up freaking out kind of had given it away.
"...Yeah." He said, not liking how harsh his voice sounded. There was just no hiding that the dream had gotten to him, and in annoyance he finally opened the bottle and took a drink.
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