Hi :) This is chapter 6 of my collab between me and @Queertastic _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ The rest of the day went by in a blur type this. I wished it hadn’t. I wish it had copped out like a broken record or a dvd you’ve seen one to many times. I wish it had stopped I’d didn’t want to wake up in this tomorrow. Lynx tried to find me at the end of the day. He ran up to me. “Dez, Dez look,” He tried to start, blocking me from leaving “I don’t really have any control over this.” I knew he was right. I knew he couldn’t control it. But it still hurt. It was still that dull aching pain, like everything my dad did had come back to hurt my heart again. I pushed past him. I didn’t want to talk to him. I wanted to go home and lie in my bed, and forget this stupid day ever happened. Maybe, then it would be okay “Text me when you get home,” He called after me I gave him a thumbs up even though I had no real hope of texting him. I wanted to forget he existed. Maybe then the memories would fade back to memories. Maybe then the old sc rs wouldn’t open up again. Maybe.
