It's me diva! Can I get Davey angst. I love making him miserable. My fav pastime frfr
Failure
Davey- centric
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Davey stared angrily down at his homework, his blank homework. This had never happeneded before.
Before, he was top of his class, never struggled to get his homework done, always had enough time for extra credit work and never ran out of ideas.
Now, he sat with one of the most simplest questions that he had ever been given, displayed infront if him to grab and mould into a genius answer that he knew that the teachers were expecting. Writing had always come easy to him, he didn't know what it was, but he had so many opinions and thoughts that putting them out physically never caused him to break a sweat.
However, since the strike he had seemed to have leaked out all of his creative juices to the point that the ink couldn't even touch the page. He had run dry of ideas. The one thing he thought could never happen. Perhaps his thinking skills had been burnt out by the strike, or maybe his creative side was angry at the lack of attention it was receiving. He didn't know, all he did know was that he simply could not do it. The knot of anxiety in his chest being unshiftable.
He groaned and dropped his head painfully into the hard wood of the desk.
"Uh Davey?" A concerned Voice asked from the window. Davey lifted his now throbbing head to see Jack, standing awkwardly outside the window.
Davey reluctantly reached and opened the window for Jack to climb through, still not leaving his chair.
"Watcha up too?" Jack asked sitting on the desk next to the blank peice of paper.
"Homework." Dave replied dully.
"Well it don't look like it, unless youse painin' a snow storm for art class" Jack joked and smirked at Davey trying to see his reaction.
To Jack's horror, Davey didn't laugh or even smile, instead he hung his head low in shame.
He had always been seen as the smart friend, now he wasn't. Did this mean that his friends no longer had any use for him?
"Hey what's da matta?" Jack asked, smirk completely wiped off his face.
"I cant do it." Davey mumbled into his lap.
"What, ya school work? Yes ya can youse just need ta focus is all." Jack tried to comfort, but he had never been in this position before.
"I've tried, I can't write anymore." Davey banged his head against his desk again.
"What do ya mean?" Jack pressed.
"I'm failing Jack, before the strike I was so good at writing and I was the best at all my classes and now I can't even do a peice of fucking homework." Davey groaned as he repeatedly whacked his dead off the desk with an alarming force.
"Hey, hey don't do dat." Jack began to panick and grabbed hold of Daveys head so he couldn't hit it anymore. There was a small red splotch on his forehead.
"I'm a failure." Daveys voice broke and uncontrollable tears began dribbling out of his eyes and down Jack's fingers.
"No you ain't Davey, youse the smartest guy I know." Jack whispered hugging Daveys head to his chest, but Davey angrily pushed him away.
"No you don't get it," Davey almost shouted, "I have to be perfect at this, its what my family and all of my teachers expect, I have to do this or else I'll have nobody." Davey knew he was getting to the point of no returning but he didn't care, the tears had turned furious and burned his tired eyes. His breathing had become irregular as he tried to use it as a shield against the anxiety in his chest, it was rapid and making Jack worry, but his body wouldn't let him slow down so he continued to take panic gulps of air.
"Youll have me." Jack stood up in alarm.
" Yeah great, you know that's great, I'll have to drop out if school and ill die in my twenties from working in a fucking underpaid factory job." Davey stood up aggressively, his chair fell over backwards and clattered onto the floor.
Davey knew that he was being utterly ridiculous and fatalistic, but somehow he didn't completely disbelieve what he was saying. Growing up, he had always been more advanced than the other kids amd was constantly called 'gifted'by his teachers, at his school he won award after award for being the best achieving student. He took pride in nothing else. It came no surprise when he would ace a test or get a letter home to his parents, he also joined club after club to fully exercise his chances at success. He academically had it all. It was all he had. And now, he had nothing. It was his whole identity.
"Davey, its really not-" Jack started completely taken aback, he had never seen Davey act like this before. Davey got sad, not angry.
"It's not fair, I did everything right and I was doing fine and then my stupid father has an accident and now I can't get a career because of something I can't even control. I have to support my family for months whilst everybody else at school got to stay there, why was it me? I don't get it what did I do wrong? Davey was pacing the room, rambling and trying to wipe the tears off his face.
"I know it's unfair Davey but do ya really need to get that worked up over one homework answer?" Jack reasoned thinking he had found a way to calm Davey down. Very, extremely wrong.
Daveys jaw ticked and his pacing came to a halt, how was this uneducated, futurely doomed boy going to tell him it didn't matter? How could his own friend not care. Davey wanted to punch him, and make his feel the pain Davey had just felt in his chest. Fury grew all over his body and the tears turned red as the anger bubbled dangerously close to his vocal cords.
"Get out." Davey growled in Jack's direction.
"Get out, now." Davey repeated after not getting a reaction.
"Davey I didn't mean it like dat..." those words echoed through the room as Jack grew small and fragile.
"Leave." Davey said sternly.
"Dav-"
"GET OUT NOW!" Davey properly screamed, he hadnt meant for it to come out that loud, but it did, and he couldn't take it back.
Jack obliged, slowly, moving towards the window before climbing out, when he turned for the ladder he made eye contact with Davey and pondered for a second if he should go and apologise. But the hatred rooted in his cornea made him shiver. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get his Davey back.
Davey let out a fee choaked sobs into the tense air before completely unravelling and falling to floor a broken mess, now he truly had nobody. He was both devastated, grieving the life he longed to have and enraged, none of this was his fault, so why was he suffering? What had he done that was so bad that it cost his everything?
He stayed on the cold floor, knees pulled up to his chest, overheating face burried in between his knees, this hurt. He didn't care. He cried and cried, given up on trying to stop it before taking a deep breathe in and staring, dizzily at the window where Jack had left.
Dazed, he stood up and the room span, his eyes were unfocused and the anxiety knot in his chest has lingering. He walked over to the desk and picked up the blank peice of paper, he aggressively scrunched it up into a ball and threw it at the wall, it bounced and rolled under his bed.
"David?" Mayer asked cracking the door open slightly.
No answer.
"What happened? Talk to me." He walked in and say next to his son on his bed.
He placed a hand on his back, but Dvaey shrugged it off.
"This wouldn't have happened if I didn't have to leave school." He whispered, voice cracking.
"I know." Mayer said empathetically.
"No you don't. I could have been something, I coukd have had any career I picked and now I'm going to end up like..." davey trailed off and wiped his eyes again.
"Like me." Mayer finished off, expression still calm and comforting.
"No I didn't mean that." Davey croaked out.
"It's okay Davey, you are capable of such great things, it would be a shame for you to turn out like me. I know you can do better." Mayer smiled.
Davey left a pang of guilt cross over the anxiety he already had.
"But I can't do better, not anymore." Davey choaked out.
"Yes, you can, you'll be okay." Mayer pulled Davey into a hug. Thankfully, Davey leaned into it like a ragdoll or an exhausted kitten.
Still, he wasn't convinced at all and the anxiety had yet to disperse but right now all he was, was tried and he finally had a chance to lay down.
He fell asleep right there and then, this throbbing headache and aching eyes, thankful to power down.
"You're not a failure, Davey."
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Sorry, this is short gng 🙏🏼