seven// ugh!

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"you're the only thing that's going on in my mind,
taking over my life a second time"

calum stared at his ceiling as the light streamed into his room for the window he had climbed out of the night before. his eyes traveled down to the dust particles floating around in his room that could be seen in the sunlight. it seemed like one of those days where the sky was cloudy but somehow it was still bright out, and everyone was just waiting for rain to start pouring.
his head began to ache as his thoughts were bombarded with memories of the previous night. one question seemed to weave it's way into calum's mind every time his mind drifted somewhere else. how would that night have ended if michael wasn't there? would luke have been the one to find him breaking down on the edge of a bridge?
calum squeezed his eyes shut before putting on on a loose shirt and shuffling to the door. his headache intensified as he stood. he tried the door handle, and it was surprisingly unlocked. he barely picked his feet up as he made his way to the kitchen table, where his mother was sitting eating breakfast and reading the newspaper.

"what time is it?" calum asked, his voice raspy from not using it.

"about 10:30, why?" his mom answered, folding the newspaper and looking and him. calum shrugged.

"my head hurts," calum whined. his mom got up from her seat and started to walk towards her bathroom.

"eat some breakfast," she called out to him. calum was in the middle of serving himself oatmeal when his mother came back with a few pills in the palm of her hand.

"here's something for your headache, and here's your meds," she said, putting them on the kitchen table before clearing her place and exiting the room. calum swallowed the pills with water and quickly ate breakfast and headed to the bathroom to shower.

he took off most of his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. his figure was tiny. he was already a skinny guy, but he also didn't have much muscle. the dark circles under his eyes were always prominent, no matter how much sleep he got. he had a few old bruises from kids at school being a bit too harsh to him, and from him being too harsh on himself as well. he had multiple scars scattered across his body from some of the worser days as well. he tore his eyes away from the mirror and focused on taking the rest of his clothes off and getting in the shower. he investigated some of his bruise and scars once more and sighed loudly.

a part of him now wanted to get better, he just didn't know how.

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