Soulmates
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Thread Topic: Soulmates
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When he heard the door open he froze and didn't pull the trigger. Grant slowly turned his head and saw.... Russell... He held the gun infront of him and out of view as he stood up. "W-what are you doing here?..." He put the gun on the table the table and turned to him completely, standing in front of it to hide it.
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"I already saw the gun, you idiot." Russell growled. He stormed up to Grant and grabbed his arm, glaring into his eyes. "What the hell are you thinking?!"
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"Well since you already say it then you should KNOW what I have in mind." He yanked his arm away from him. "I can't deal with this anymore. Simple as that. Shouldn't you be happy anyway? You don't have to deal with me or be my soulmate any more when I'm gone."
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"It's not that easy." He backed away, running a hand through his hair. "...You idiot. You damn idiot." Russell wasn't sure if he was talking to himself or Grant. Why should he care about this scrawny kid? What did it matter if he lived or died?
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"Oh well! You won't have to see me anymore so that's good enough right? Right?!"
He could fill his eyes fill with tears. He tried to hold it back but couldn't. Grant sat down on his bed and held his head down. "I-I just hate my life. So I want to get rid of t. Constantly pressured by my parents.. The only person that understood me died today... Being. Just being known as that nerd that no one likes." His voice was strained a bit. The tears fell down. -
Russell stared at him. He hated himself suddenly. Sure, he enjoyed the feeling of power that came with messing with Grant, or with anyone else. But..making someone...want to die? Russell couldn't believe he had done that. He watched Grant blankly for a few seconds, unsure how to express his guilt, or if he should even try to express it.
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He just sat there crying for a few minutes. Grant wiped his eyes and clamped his hands together. His leg paced.
"Why are you still here?" His tone was deadpanned again.
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"Because I know what will happen if I leave." He said simply, keeping a blank expression. He had to be careful around Grant, any wrong move could totally ruin his image.
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He raised his head to look at Russell. His eyes wandered to the gun, then back to the other male in the room. "I'll just wait till you leave then." Grant didn't understand why he even cared.
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Russell glanced at his wrist, where a small watch was sitting. "I have time." He walked over and say down on Grant's bed. He let out a long sigh. He hated this kid. He was scrawny. He was annoying. He was weak, and obnoxious and wimpy and stupid. Russell hated him. But why did he feel like that was a lie now? It was just some stupid glowing, He assured himself. This doesn't mean you're any closer to him, or that your feelings are any different.
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Grant's eyes followed Russell as he say down. He faced back forward and shook his head. "Russell..." This made him confused... Why the hell does he even care? Didn't he hate him? He bit his lip as he thought more. Better questions would be. Why did he actually feel better with Russell there? He f---ing hates that guy... Well that's what he keeps telling himself. No. This doesn't mean anything. He's still your enemy.
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Russell sighed again, waging an internal war. One half of him wanted to get up, leave, and never look at or think about Grant again. And the other half...was curious. It couldn't have been just him that caused this right? Who had died? Why was it suddenly so hard to hate him? Russell felt the urge to leave this awkward scene, but since Grant hadn't protested yet, he stayed.
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Grant bowed his head, his elbows propped on his knees as he covered his face. "Seriously. Why are you still here?! I-I don't understand. You aren't suppose to care. His thoughts raged. It makes it such harder to despise this guy. He wanted to say something. Maybe remind Russell how much he hated him. But then again, it was always complicated for him to lie.
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