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I shook my head again then hopped off the counter grabbing some sodas as I went back to the dining room, Connor wasn't there and Kyary was in the living room. Then, I heard the steady flow of water coming from my upstairs bath room...
~Zeke's P.O.V~
I scaled the stairs two at a time and shook the door knob in a attempt to open it. I could hear Connor sniffling over the water and sighed "Connor please let me in .. let me help you" I tried to keep my voice steady as possible because I wanted to be strong for him and I couldn't let him see me breakdown. He finally made his way to the door and the lock clicked. I pushed the door open and there he was with a shiny blade in his hands and crimson dripping from his small arms as tears streamed down his pale cheeks. I briskly made my way into the bath room and turned off the water then grabbed a darker colored washcloth so the crimson stains wouldn't be as noticeable and dipped it in the cool water that sat in the sink and rang it out. I then carefully pressed it on the open cuts that littered Connor's pale wrist, he sharply inhaled evidently feeling pain as the water grazed his wounds, his blue eyes were cloudy grey as he leaned back against the toilet in an attempt to keep himself from falling over. His stomach released a loud growl and he cringed evidently dreading the sound. I stayed quiet for a while till the bleeding subsided and looked into his gentle eyes.
"so you leave for rehab and come back worst then before you left?" I asked in a slightly pissed off tone. he sighed deeply and hung his head "You would have too if you had to be separated from your family because you were 'unable to handle reality' and then they fill you up with happy pills to make you forget" he's growled and shook his head.I bit my lip slightly and covered his cuts with a large bandage and slipped off his blood stained shirt, he shivered slightly and I let my eyes scan his overly skinny body. He allowed me to bring him to my room and I slipped a navy blue crew neck over him.
"Zeke" he mumbled softly "are you gonna make me eat?".
I huffed softly and moved his hair from his face. "At least a little bit, hell ill share my plate with you if I must"
He cracked a small smile and nodded. He then unexpectedly threw his arms around me pulling me into a hug. I gently stroked his hair and kissed his his forehead, he oddly was at peace in my arms not fitful or sad...
This was when I knew that he needed me to be his little guardian angel and watch over him. I was going to be the reason he'd get better.
