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Title: Night, Blood and Tears
Author: Gibdo
Paring: Cone/Deryck (Sum41)
Summary: Deryck's hurt.
I watched him as he stared at the rain pouring down his bedroom, crying silently.
He seems so happy all the time but every night he would claim to be tired and go to his bedroom but I always notice him when he tries to sneak into the bathroom, trying to find something sharp. And then he would cut himself. Not deep enough to cut a vein but enough to bleed.
I always watch him no matter what. I watch his hands as he cuts himself and how he tries to cover it with a simple wristband. Do I even try to stop him you ask? No I don’t. He's like a painting. He's beautiful when his brown eyes are red and swollen from the tears but he's even better when he looks at you and smile.
The first steps to a long relationship started a few months ago. It was raining outside and as usual he was standing beside the window. This time he took his time; he was fiddling with it as if he was trying to know why a simple little sharp object could bring so much satisfaction. Then he brought it to his wrist and cut, a small trickle of blood fell from it.
Suddenly he didn’t look so sure. He looked around to see if no ones was looking and took a small piece of paper. He scribbled a few words and left it on his desk. I wondered what it was but didn’t put any attention on it. He bit his lips and cut his wrist again. This time a little deeper. Something in my head clicked and I open my mouth for the first time in months.
“ Deryck?” I asked. He jumped a little and turned his head to look around, a shocked expression on his face.
“W-who’s this?” He asked, his voice shaking with fear. I smile into the darkness; I sat up from my place and stepped into the moonlight. His eyes widened when they looked over me.
“C-Cone? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” He looked like a deer caught in headlight, a beautiful deer but a still a deer.
“And you? Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” I asked a smirk in my face. He closes his mouth and tried to think of a smartass answer. He finally opened his mouth again and spoke:
“I couldn’t sleep so I decided to get up.” He answered proud of his shitty answer. I spitted out what I’ve been thinking for months:
“ And cut yourself? C’mon Biz I’m not dumb. I know what you’ve been doing for the past 3 months and you wouldn’t believe how a corner can give such good hiding place. You think you can run from all your problems by killing yourself? That’s way too dramatic, you should have talk to someone like me or somebody else.”
“But you wouldn’t understand! If I tell you my problem would look stupid to you but it’s important for me.” I can see his eyes, beautiful and shinny by the tears that are threatening to fall. I took a step and look at him.
“ Tell me and I promise I won’t laugh a bit,” I told him trying to sound confident.
He sighed and muttered: “I’m so stupid and ugly”
I gaped at him.
“What?” I asked. That’s so fucking wrong. I kept telling myself how he’s pretty and he keeps telling himself he’s ugly.
“ You heard me, I’m a complete ugly bastard. Girls doesn’t want me, they’re all over you, Dave and Steve. I keep telling myself that they don’t deserve me and that I’m too good for their own sake but it doesn’t work. That’s why I do this,” he said showing me his wrist” I do this because I want the pain to go away. I was planning this a while ago and when I finally find a chance to, you come and screw it all up!” He shouted, tears falling down his eyes.
I let out a long desperate sigh; I walked to him and wipped away his tearstained face. I did the only thing I wanted to for a long moment:
I kissed him
And to my surprise he kissed back.
Seconds, minutes and maybe even hours passed before we both pulled apart simultaneously, both trying to regains our breath. He was the first to broke the silence:
“W-why did you to that?” He asked sounding unsure as if I was kidding him.
“Because I’ve been wanting to do that for ages. I can’t believe that you think you’re ugly, look at you! You’re pretty, you’re muscular, you’re…I can’t even find the right way to describe the way you look. The only thing I know is that I’ve been in love with you for the past 3 months and I…”
I was cut off by his soft lips on mine. “I love you too, and that’s the only thing I need” He said against my lips.
Outside the rain has stopped along with his pain
Author: Gibdo
Paring: Cone/Deryck (Sum41)
Summary: Deryck's hurt.
I watched him as he stared at the rain pouring down his bedroom, crying silently.
He seems so happy all the time but every night he would claim to be tired and go to his bedroom but I always notice him when he tries to sneak into the bathroom, trying to find something sharp. And then he would cut himself. Not deep enough to cut a vein but enough to bleed.
I always watch him no matter what. I watch his hands as he cuts himself and how he tries to cover it with a simple wristband. Do I even try to stop him you ask? No I don’t. He's like a painting. He's beautiful when his brown eyes are red and swollen from the tears but he's even better when he looks at you and smile.
The first steps to a long relationship started a few months ago. It was raining outside and as usual he was standing beside the window. This time he took his time; he was fiddling with it as if he was trying to know why a simple little sharp object could bring so much satisfaction. Then he brought it to his wrist and cut, a small trickle of blood fell from it.
Suddenly he didn’t look so sure. He looked around to see if no ones was looking and took a small piece of paper. He scribbled a few words and left it on his desk. I wondered what it was but didn’t put any attention on it. He bit his lips and cut his wrist again. This time a little deeper. Something in my head clicked and I open my mouth for the first time in months.
“ Deryck?” I asked. He jumped a little and turned his head to look around, a shocked expression on his face.
“W-who’s this?” He asked, his voice shaking with fear. I smile into the darkness; I sat up from my place and stepped into the moonlight. His eyes widened when they looked over me.
“C-Cone? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” He looked like a deer caught in headlight, a beautiful deer but a still a deer.
“And you? Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” I asked a smirk in my face. He closes his mouth and tried to think of a smartass answer. He finally opened his mouth again and spoke:
“I couldn’t sleep so I decided to get up.” He answered proud of his shitty answer. I spitted out what I’ve been thinking for months:
“ And cut yourself? C’mon Biz I’m not dumb. I know what you’ve been doing for the past 3 months and you wouldn’t believe how a corner can give such good hiding place. You think you can run from all your problems by killing yourself? That’s way too dramatic, you should have talk to someone like me or somebody else.”
“But you wouldn’t understand! If I tell you my problem would look stupid to you but it’s important for me.” I can see his eyes, beautiful and shinny by the tears that are threatening to fall. I took a step and look at him.
“ Tell me and I promise I won’t laugh a bit,” I told him trying to sound confident.
He sighed and muttered: “I’m so stupid and ugly”
I gaped at him.
“What?” I asked. That’s so fucking wrong. I kept telling myself how he’s pretty and he keeps telling himself he’s ugly.
“ You heard me, I’m a complete ugly bastard. Girls doesn’t want me, they’re all over you, Dave and Steve. I keep telling myself that they don’t deserve me and that I’m too good for their own sake but it doesn’t work. That’s why I do this,” he said showing me his wrist” I do this because I want the pain to go away. I was planning this a while ago and when I finally find a chance to, you come and screw it all up!” He shouted, tears falling down his eyes.
I let out a long desperate sigh; I walked to him and wipped away his tearstained face. I did the only thing I wanted to for a long moment:
I kissed him
And to my surprise he kissed back.
Seconds, minutes and maybe even hours passed before we both pulled apart simultaneously, both trying to regains our breath. He was the first to broke the silence:
“W-why did you to that?” He asked sounding unsure as if I was kidding him.
“Because I’ve been wanting to do that for ages. I can’t believe that you think you’re ugly, look at you! You’re pretty, you’re muscular, you’re…I can’t even find the right way to describe the way you look. The only thing I know is that I’ve been in love with you for the past 3 months and I…”
I was cut off by his soft lips on mine. “I love you too, and that’s the only thing I need” He said against my lips.
Outside the rain has stopped along with his pain