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Aug 15, 2019 20:00:49 GMT
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Post by castus on Aug 15, 2019 17:31:36 GMT
Castus hadn’t been in the mood for a house party but that was the problem with having room-mates, he’d been out voted.
He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, the flashbacks had started again like they always did when he was too tired and over worked. The times when he didn’t have the energy to distract himself. So having to put up with seeing fucking Agron all over Nasir possessively trying to make a point wasn’t something he could stomach at that moment. So he had headed into his room and out onto the tiny little private balcony he used to smoke. He was going through the motions at he lit up, took a drag and then almost mechanically pushed the lit cigarette into his arm.
When he was a teenager in Heracleo’s biker gang, if whatever fucked up thing was freaking him out their leader would do this to him or something similar to make him simmer down. The pain cut through everything, shutting down those overwhelming feelings as pain took over.
It was fucked up, on some level he knew that but when he got to stressed he did it without second thought. It wasn’t until later when he'd had to tend to wounds and lie about bandages that he would realise how screwed up he still was from it all.
Eyes closed and teeth gritted, he pushed the lit cigarette into his arm a second time. Completely unaware that he was no longer alone.
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