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Danny had stubbornly stayed home from school until Friday, even though he started to feel better near the middle of the week. Rachel's visit on Monday had gotten him to a point where he didn't feel the need to self-harm in order to sleep, but he was too nervous to see anyone else.
Or he was too nervous to see Cai.
Somehow he had successfully avoided seeing any of his friends until lunchtime. It had taken a bit of maneuvering and a small jump behind a rubbish bin, but he had managed it. Lunch was different though. It would be more difficult. But just what in the hell was he supposed to say to his brother now?
He made his way outside, his small lunch gripped in his hands. With a cursory glance across the schoolyard, he didn't see his friends, and he made his way to a bench to eat. Maybe he was going to be able to avoid them all day. Maybe he would be lucky enough t get home and send the rest of the weekend hiding. Could he spend the rest of his life hiding too?
It sounded kind of good at this point.
Or he was too nervous to see Cai.
Somehow he had successfully avoided seeing any of his friends until lunchtime. It had taken a bit of maneuvering and a small jump behind a rubbish bin, but he had managed it. Lunch was different though. It would be more difficult. But just what in the hell was he supposed to say to his brother now?
He made his way outside, his small lunch gripped in his hands. With a cursory glance across the schoolyard, he didn't see his friends, and he made his way to a bench to eat. Maybe he was going to be able to avoid them all day. Maybe he would be lucky enough t get home and send the rest of the weekend hiding. Could he spend the rest of his life hiding too?
It sounded kind of good at this point.
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Date: 2014-05-05 03:28 am (UTC)From:Almost immediately, he realised that maybe Cai wasn't allowed to know that, and he flushed a dark red. "I'm sorry! I mean- I didn't mean to- Shit." Unconsciously, as he often did when there were injuries on his thighs, he wrapped his hand into a fist and bounced it up and down on his leg hard enough to cause pain. Sometimes the wounds even re-opened. He didn't even realise he was doing it. Sometimes the pain grounded him but this was different. This was him, punishing himself for blurting out Zoe's plans.