Thank You, But I'll Have To Go.
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Thread Topic: Thank You, But I'll Have To Go.
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It's beautiful.
Griffin warily pulled the paper from her hand, uttering a fragile thanks. He pushed the door open, once again thanking her for her time. "I will meet you tomorrow, then." Before he closed the door, he sincerely smiled, giving her a wave of goodbye. His face seemed slightly paler than previously, but that was mainly due to the cold. -
xD
Shay nodded and told him, "Any time," but he had shut the door before she finished, so she didn't think he heard him. Shay told the cab driver where she needed to go and they quickly sped off towards the university. Shay took a deep breath and her smile faded. Did she help him enough? Did he do good enough? She hope she did... -
:D
Griffin made his way towards the stairway, his smile disappearing with every step. As he made his ascent, he held back tears that could wait until he was inside. He pressed on until he stood in front of his apartment door, which he swiftly pushed open. The first audible thing was an Eagles and Cowboys football game. He turned his head, noticing his father, who looked to him with a worried expression. "Are you okay?" Griffin shoved the door closed, shaking his head. -
have you listened to Falling in Reverse before?
Oh God, the worry was eating Shay alive! She wished that he had a phone so she could check up on him. Horrible thoughts went through her mind and all she could see was Griffin putting a gun to his head, or slitting both of his wrists, or taking too many sleeping pills. She took a deep breath and leaned her head against the cool window. she tried to use the lights to distract her. -
yes
His father usually didn't notice, but today, he could feel just how badly his son was hurting. He muted the football game, opening his arms. He didn't care that his son was nineteen years old. He was aware of the condition that Griffin was in, and he knew the comfort he was seeking. His convictions were made positive when Griffin attacked him with a sob-filled hug, gripping onto him tightly. -
Do you like em?
The drive was longer than Shay wanted it to be, but she finally made it. She gave the driver the money and then headed into the school. There was hardly anyone out at that time of hour, and her room was dark and cold and empty. She kind of wish Griffin was there with her so she could watch him and not be so alone. With a sigh she turned on the lights and then headed to her room to get her stupid homework done. -
not really
His father rubbed his back tenderly, trying to say things that would sooth his son's troubled mind. He was failing, because all Griffin did was cry and try to catch his breath. "Here, we don't have to watch the game. Why don't we watch Unbreakable or something along those lines?" Griffin was quieting down, but shrugged. He did love those kinds of movies. -
oh kk
It's been a long time since Shay was that stressed. WIth the work she had to finish and Griffin asking her for help... she was so confused and she felt like breaking down and crying, something that her happy self never did. In frustration, Shay threw her work on the couch and headed to the kitchen where she sat at one of the bar stools, her head in her hands. -
Apologies.
Griffin eventually pulled away from his father, thanking him. "I think I'm gonna go work on my classwork for a little while." He stood, patting his dad's shoulder and heading towards his bedroom, unbuttoning his coat. The warmth that the home offered placated his sadness only slightly, and he pulled the note from his pocket. Once he was in his bedroom, he plopped down and onto the bed, looking at his bruised arms with a sigh. -
Haha, tis fine :3
Maybe she could just take a sick day tomorrow? Not go in? And then what? Get more work? Spend all of tomorrow worrying about Griffin? What help would that be? This was all so confusing for her, she'd only been in a situation like that only once, when her brother killed himself. Other than that she lived the American Dream... And now she'd fallen back in the hole of depression. -
Alrightay.
Griffin sat there for a while, contemplating his next move before taking a finger and positioning it over his left elbow. He pressed down as hard as he could, watching the floor. This would only go on for a minute or so, and when he pulled back, he could see the visible mark. He nodded. He then made he decision to not work on his classes. He could do it later. He instead went off to grab a few sleeping pills. -
After a while, Shay sighed and she got to work. She was up pretty late working on everything and most of it was work that she hated, like math. Boy did she HATE math work. The work that she was doing made high school advanced algebra look fun. When she was done she laid in her bed and the only thing on her mind was Griffin. Was he alright? Would she see him alive tomorrow? She dearly hoped her fears would die and would never be confirmed.
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He took four, three more than what he needed, but that was what he had done for a long time, by then. He sighed at how honestly pathetic he was, heading back into his room and deciding to change into pajamas. If he had to, he would call Shay, but only as a last resort. He was soon in flannel blue pajamas, and he curled up in black comforter, ready to watch the city from his large windows until he fell asleep.
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It took a long time, but Shay was able to fall asleep. Her dreams were filled with Griffin in a morgue, or Griffin's grave, all haunting dreams that would remind her for a long time of what would happen if she were to fail helping Griffin. The next morning she woke up exhausted, but she slowly got ready for her classes anyways, no matter how much she wanted to ditch.
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By the time the morning had come, Griffin was still gazing out of the window. He had never drifted off, and so when he saw the sun, he exited his bed, believing that a shower would do him some good. He entered his bathroom, setting the hot water on. He took a towel from the rack, yawning and peering into the mirror. The purple bags that rested under his eyes were enough to make him cringe. This was one of the various reasons that his appearance made him upset, but then, It's my own stupid fault for not sleeping.
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