Nathan, chill.

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Nathan, chill.
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Static in his ears. Static in his mind. Static in his veins. He had woken up in some weird small town out west, blood all over him. A faint ringing in his ears and headache. He was dizzy and there was static. His memories were hazy, screaming and flashes. Blood everywhere. Warm and sticky, overly familiar. The pain in his head made him slip under again. And when he came to, he was in some sort of cell. He wasn’t sure if the memory was real or just a nightmare. He was freezing, shaking. A cell. Oh shit.
Glassy eyes scanned the dark cell. There was someone else in there with him, a kid. Miles had more important things to worry about. Like how the fuck he’d gotten here. His body felt heavy, and even just sitting up was unpleasant. It felt like he had a fucking weight on his chest, holding him down. He took a deep breath, which did littler to calm his nerves. Nerves may be an understatement. More like approaching goddamn panic.
In his mind, there were three possibilities before him. The first, and his personal favorite being that he had too much to drink and got picked up for some stupid drunken mistake. It was the most unlikely. The second was that he had gotten into trouble and lost his fucking control. That fucking scared the shit out of him. The third was his least favorite, that he was still stuck in that fucking hospital and everything since his ‘escape’ had been a very vivid dream or hallucination. He felt his stomach twist in a knot.
Breathing turning more short and panicked, he clumsily rose to his feet. Eyes scanning every inch of where he was being held. The boy, who seemed really young to be in a holding cell but maybe he was just getting old or something, looked human. That made him assume option three was out the window. Luckily. That still left one shitty option and one FUCKING shitty option.
And it flashed into his mind. He had gotten angry over some petty bullshit and… Lost it. People were dead because of him. One had landed a pretty good hit to his head, which is likely why his memory failed. And he could hear it. Static, itch… Whatever the fuck it was. He needed out of here. In that moment, he felt bad for any guards or employees that might try to fuck with him. He needed to calm down. He collapsed back down on the bed he was standing in front of.
“Shit… Shit… No…” The words came out rather quietly. “Please… Fucking talk to me…” He said to the boy. As if that would help. He was losing his goddamn mind, and he was beyond dangerous. Somehow, he thought some sort of distraction would actually help.
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A QUESTIONNABLE look is pressed on his facial aspects --- who knew what he was thinking.
❛ ---y’good there ? must i lend a helpin’ hand ? ❜
❛ you just wanna get all your jokes out NOW ?? ❜
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when nathan bully u because of that post
Sending rock jokes to Nathan is the funniest fucking thing because he just replies like ‘how do i remove friends on kik’ aND HE TRIES TO ACT LIKE HE HATES ME WHEN I KNOW HE DOESNT
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my child i adore you. You are a perfect nathan and since he is my fav, i stalk the fuck out of you. I love every thread we have ever had and you are just so... cute ooc? you are so sweet and kind and you deserve all the best. I feel so bad bc youare like 5 years younger than me but you write SO FREAKING WELL. Your fc and icons are perfect and you just amaze me you deserve all the love and praise you are awesome.
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Lydia was the only one left in the English department. She was hole up in room 204, putting the final touches on this week’s article about the upcoming Vortex Club bash. Her piercing, abysmal stare flashed up to spot Nathan creaking the door open to her literary chambers. “Need something, Nathan?” Probably needed to copy the homework again. Or rant and rave about Max or Chloe. God, why did he care?