[open] You've been closing me in, closing the space in my heart
Characters: Derrick and others
Location: the forest, possibly up a tree or on the ground (mention which)
Time: afternoon going on evening
Content: Derrick's upset over people leaving in a short period. Talk to him, be nice to him, troll him, throw a snowball at him, just get his mind off things and to not let him be alone.
Format: Prose or action, starting with prose
Warnings: Language, possible bouts of apathy, frustration, anger, sorrow, glowy things, etc. Backstory things have been triggered.
An hour. Derrick lasted an hour in his half empty dorm room, not another melody nearby, before a hollowed and soundless feeling settled in his chest and spread to the rest of his being. He needed to get away, needed to be alone, away from people. Because that was what was going to happen. First Spin. Then Allen and Timcampy. All in the span of a week. Who else was next? Starr? J? That would finish all the people Derrick had met his first day at the Institute. What about everyone else? Were they all going to start leaving? When? Derrick didn't pay attention if anyone saw him as he nearly ran from his room, only slowing once he was at the forest's edge. The snow made an almost satisfying crunching noise as Derrick stormed into the forest, leaving a trail of footprints from the boys' dorm behind him.
Damn it. No. No. They had left the school. They both left the school. That's all. That's--Damn it. They--they weren't even friends. Their friends were taking this much harder, so why should he-- Derrick would have liked to become friends; they were nice people. He tried so hard not to bother Allen, his roommate, in any way. And Spin had helped him a lot in band, and Derrick had improved thanks to him. Nothing had happened that he could tell... But they were gone all the same. There was nothing he could do, and thinking that he would have liked to become friends was pointless. He just had to move on. It was just how things were. It was how it always was.
The next thing Derrick knew, he had climbed halfway up a tree, quite a feat to do without paying attention since there was snow. The rough bark under his fingers barely registered. He might have climbed the roof of the school if there weren't so many people in that area or if climbing the roof hadn't been so popular.
Who cared anyways? Derrick was used to people leaving. Everyone left him alone before. For a good reason too. If things were going to repeat, it was just as well. He didn't deserve to have anyone's company. People talked to him now... but they knew nothing about him. They didn't know what he had done. If they did... they would just leave. Or distrust him. Or think he'd hurt them. He wouldn't blame them for doing so either. It was better for them to do so.
Derrick brought his knees closer to his body to keep himself warm. Who knew how long he'd be out there; he didn't care that he'd miss another day of classes. He--he just wanted to make things better again. He thought that maybe he was in the right direction for once, but... "Maybe there's no way to make up for what I did," Derrick thought. If everyone was starting to leave him again, then it was for the best.
... At least no one died this time.
Location: the forest, possibly up a tree or on the ground (mention which)
Time: afternoon going on evening
Content: Derrick's upset over people leaving in a short period. Talk to him, be nice to him, troll him, throw a snowball at him, just get his mind off things and to not let him be alone.
Format: Prose or action, starting with prose
Warnings: Language, possible bouts of apathy, frustration, anger, sorrow, glowy things, etc. Backstory things have been triggered.
An hour. Derrick lasted an hour in his half empty dorm room, not another melody nearby, before a hollowed and soundless feeling settled in his chest and spread to the rest of his being. He needed to get away, needed to be alone, away from people. Because that was what was going to happen. First Spin. Then Allen and Timcampy. All in the span of a week. Who else was next? Starr? J? That would finish all the people Derrick had met his first day at the Institute. What about everyone else? Were they all going to start leaving? When? Derrick didn't pay attention if anyone saw him as he nearly ran from his room, only slowing once he was at the forest's edge. The snow made an almost satisfying crunching noise as Derrick stormed into the forest, leaving a trail of footprints from the boys' dorm behind him.
Damn it. No. No. They had left the school. They both left the school. That's all. That's--Damn it. They--they weren't even friends. Their friends were taking this much harder, so why should he-- Derrick would have liked to become friends; they were nice people. He tried so hard not to bother Allen, his roommate, in any way. And Spin had helped him a lot in band, and Derrick had improved thanks to him. Nothing had happened that he could tell... But they were gone all the same. There was nothing he could do, and thinking that he would have liked to become friends was pointless. He just had to move on. It was just how things were. It was how it always was.
The next thing Derrick knew, he had climbed halfway up a tree, quite a feat to do without paying attention since there was snow. The rough bark under his fingers barely registered. He might have climbed the roof of the school if there weren't so many people in that area or if climbing the roof hadn't been so popular.
Who cared anyways? Derrick was used to people leaving. Everyone left him alone before. For a good reason too. If things were going to repeat, it was just as well. He didn't deserve to have anyone's company. People talked to him now... but they knew nothing about him. They didn't know what he had done. If they did... they would just leave. Or distrust him. Or think he'd hurt them. He wouldn't blame them for doing so either. It was better for them to do so.
Derrick brought his knees closer to his body to keep himself warm. Who knew how long he'd be out there; he didn't care that he'd miss another day of classes. He--he just wanted to make things better again. He thought that maybe he was in the right direction for once, but... "Maybe there's no way to make up for what I did," Derrick thought. If everyone was starting to leave him again, then it was for the best.
... At least no one died this time.