Too Good For This World
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Thread Topic: Too Good For This World
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Clay was half asleep. He was trying to stay awake for George but it wasn't working.
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George glanced over to Clay, clenching his fists. No- I shouldn't do that. Everyone would be disappointed in me.
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Clay groaned in his sleep and shifted slightly.
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But... I deserve that. George thought mindlessly slipping out of bed and out of his room. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do, but he was sure on finding a way.
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(Do you have any idea here or no?
I also don't know what to have Clay do until he wakes up-) -
(u h- i was just kinda thinkin gogs finds a kitchen kn!fe and goes and hides in the bathroom or smth-
maybe we could ts to when clay wakes up ?) -
(Alr-)
Clay's eyes opened and he shook his head slightly. It took him a moment to realize that George was gone. He scrambled to his feet and walked out into the hallway. -
George's breaths were uneven as he sat on the toilet, a pretty sharp kitchen knife in hand. Am I really doing this? George hesitated, glancing from his arm to the knife.
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"George?" Clay called. He searched in the kitchen and the living room, then walked back down the hallway. "Where are you?"
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George froze, his heart speeding up at the sound of his friend's voice. He made the stupid decision of staying quiet, forcing himself to press the knife into his skin before he changed his mind.
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Clay came to the bathroom door and noticed the light was on. He knocked lightly. "Hey, are you in there?"
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George flinched, continuing to stay quiet as he moved the knife through his skin, drawing a good amount of blood.
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"Hello?" Clay called. His hands shook slightly as he started to get worried. "Are you okay?"
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George squeezed his eyes shut, tensing as he realized how much blood came from the cut. He quickly and quietly set the knife down, grabbing a paper towel and pressing it onto the cut. "Yeah- I- I'm fine," George called.
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Clay's eyes widened as he remembered everything he'd done after his last relationship. It was the first time he had hurt himself, and it was just like this. Nick was the one outside the door, and Dream had a knife in the room.
"No the f**k you are not-" Clay protested. "What's wrong?"
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