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IBVS WEEK

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Day I have no clue: Caring

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Drew walked home alone. He stumbled. The crutches were hard to get used to. He still wasn't even used to them. He let out a yelp and fell to the ground. He landed on his broken leg. He let out a cry of pain. He wished his brother was here. But he was at Chris' house.

Barry was walking home from school when be found the smaller boy on the ground crying. "Are you okay?" He asked. Drew looked and shook his head. Barry examined the boy. "Let me help you. Could you hold your crutches?" Barry asked. He nodded and grabbed them the best he could. Barry scooped the boy up.

Drew gasped and blushed. Barry smiled. "Would you like me to take you to my place or yours?"

"Mine please..." Drew said quietly.

Barry smiles and nodded. "Where?"

Drew gave him the address and the two set off.

Drew unlocked the door with his keys and went inside with barry, still carrying him. Barry set the smol on the couch. He closed the door and went back to the boy. "We should put ice on that." Barry said. Drew pointed to the kitchen. "Yeah.. we should..."

Barry left and came back with an ice pack, placing it on the broken leg. "You live alone?"

"N-no... my grandma is upstairs and my brother is at a friend's place. I think." Drew said, smiling. "Do you always walk alone?" Barry asked. "No, Nevin walks me home too. Just not always."

"Text me when you need help getting home then. I'll hand you my number." Barry said taking out his phone. Drew blushed and nodded, taking out his as well.

The two boys exchanged numbers and went on with their days.

IBVS WEEK DAY SIX I THINK

HSM doesnt belond to me

Neither does IBVS

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Day six is soaring so-

IBVS WEEK

DAY FIvE: Falling

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Warnings: attempt at suicide

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Maybe Edward Quinten, School King, had everything. He had ladies, a good family, popularity, and he didn't have many problems.

But the thing is, with popularity, and high school drama, he could never be himself. He couldn't be who he was as a kid. He liked make believe. That was his shit as a kid.

And he wanted to be a kid again. Actaully he didnt want to be here. Because despite becoming the thing he despised, he hated mean people. He hated the cruel way everyone worked. He hated how hypocritical he was and he hated himself. He hated everything.

And as time passed, With Nevin and Isaac, he realised he could never have everything. He was used to getting what he wanted. Because no one ever said no to him. He always had this mindset that he should be the best.

But once he was the best it was hard to come down. It was like a drug he was addicted to and didn't like it. But addiction was addiction. It'd hard to stop.

He hated himself. He hated the world. He didn't wanna exist. He built a bomb. He was in class. It was set to go off. Drew, Nevin's brother was also in that class. And when it went off, it was Drew who caught Edward and pushed him away from the edge. And then the building collapsed. Edward regretted it. He really did. Maybe he didn't want to die. His strings came in handy. But he couldn't catch Drew or anyone else in time. So he justed watched them. He was now worried about them. His friends. His crush. And this small scared boy he help save him.

He wouldn't admit it. He was careful. But he checked up on Drew in secret when Nevin was at Chris'. Drew was fine. It was nice of Edward to do that. He had also checked up on Isaac.

But he still wanted to die.

IBVS WEEK

DAY FOUR: warring

Warnings: Implied Self harm, violence

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Edward gritted his teeth. He knew Nevin had superstrength. He knew Chris could fight. He knew he couldn't fuck with Drew. He knew he wouldn't hurt Issac. He knew he couldn't hurt Barry.

But he was angry. And he wanted something to hurt. He had to hurt something. Something had to feel pain. He wanted to fight someone. Someone had to hurt. He knew he shouldn't fight Drew. He knew he was fucking up. He caught Drew going home without Nevin.

Assult is illegal, you know? A lot of things are illegal. Drew was weak, he had a broken leg after all. So he punched the back of the smaller boy's head. Drew let out a yelp.

Crutches were a good weapon, no? But fists were fine. Edward had attacked Drew. He walked left Drew on the ground, out cold, and in pain.

But he didn't feel like all his anger was gone. His eyes were dark and dull. And then he pulled out the razor. Edward was now home, in the bathroom. Something had to hurt. Someone had to hurt.

And so two people hurt that day. It was quick. It was painful and painless.

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