Jay took such a shuddering breath that Pierre preemptively handed him a tissue. 'I didn't play because I knew almost none of the things would apply to me. Some negative treatment of the 'pull yourself together' variety for my depression. Some teasing at school. Otherwise nothing. Nothing. NOTHING. I've never lost a loved one. I never got to know the grandparents of mine who aren't living, as they were gone before I was born. I've never been attacked, or had anyone try to hold me back, or gone a SINGLE DAY without enough food or money. I've had reasonably satisfying romantic relationships that never ended in any dramatic ways. Never tried to have kids that I wanted, or get kids I didn't want, or had kids and then lost them. You were all drinking. Shot after shot after shot. I am screwed up. I am fucked up for no reason. I have had this enviable, comfortable, safe little life and I don't even want it and I can't even FUCKING give it to one of you who deserves better than what you got. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.'
Sharps Hour by Raven_Aorla
















