🌼Evil bambi🌼

I put the book back into the shelf.

I knew he had problems but I didn't think it was mental health problems.I mean he acted fine. Just insecure.

I guess that makes sense. With his father and all.

Fuck now I kind of feel bad.

...

I wrap my chest, that's still bleeding out, ha. Ha.

It's already soaking these bandages.

Frustrated, I give up, dropping the bandages and sighing.

This is how I die.

At the hands of a dumbass who referred to himself as dickmaster.Eugh.

I hold a towel on my wound, letting myself continue to bleed.

Silent.

That is until the door creaks open."For fucks sake do you ever knock?"

"..I'm the king. I go where I please." He frowns at me, his eyes dropping to the blood soaked towel over my chest.

"Get out."

"I can't." He mumbles.

"You have legs, no? Use them."

His gaze drops to the ground, "you're such an asshole. But I can't."

He looks at my chest, stepping closer, his hand reaching toward the wound."Let me help you."

I grab his wrist, "I don't want your help."

"But you need it, so let me help!" He tries to use his other hand.

"I told you, no!" I snap, yanking his wrist over.

Again way too much, causing him to fly into the bookshelf.A few books drop as his body does too.I freeze as he holds his head, on his hands and knees.

"I'm trying to help you..you monster.."

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. "𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥.." "𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣. 𝙇𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛." 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧.." 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨.

My body tenses.

No..

I'm not like him..

I quickly grab my coat, rushing out.

I'm not like him, I can't be. I can't. No no no..No!

I can't breathe..

I need just leave...