“you should lay down.”
“ I’m perf’ctly fine! You always worry so fuck’n much, like, oh, Angel lay down, Angel rest, Angel ya deserve sa much more, y’re so much more, as if that wasn’t a f’ckin’ lie! “ Angel dust didn’t like Charlie telling him to lay down, ever, simply because her worry and concern only semed like pity to him. It only felt like pity when she looked at him with those motherly eyes, that reminded him so much of Mollys eyes. He hated their resemblance in personality and brightness.
The spider kicks against the ground, squinting his eyes down at Charlie.
“ I don’t need tha fuckin’ rest. “ He adds onto his temper tantrum in a grumpy whisper, but despite refusing her words, he turns on his heels, sporting back up the stairs, and when he reaches his room, it’s heard through half the building, how he smashed the door behind him. “ Stupid fuckin’ shit. “
Shaky fingers wander into a pocket, a cig of PCP finding its way between them, and it doesn’t take long for him to light it, lean against his door and slide down, hiding his face in his knees, kinda just taking in the smell of the drug - while he could feel his eyes water.
Being here was so fucking stupid.
