Carry On Wayward Son

Adam Dumont // 23 // Ex-Resisdent of the Serenity House // Pennned by Mitzy

[thewaywardprodigy]

salutitsmarguerite:

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The only thing holding Adam together was her embrace, he could feel himself slipping through as he fought to keep hold. He had to keep it together for her, she needed him to. Adam has always been the strong one and that would never change, even if he were the problem. He was his own destruction, his own worst enemy at the life he had left. But even the strongest broke at times, even he would crumble and he was hanging together by a thread. Tragedy seemed to plague the young man, but it seemed to teach him a lesson he had yet to realize he’d learned. From the stabbing, the earthquake, and the loss of so many people who were dear to him in a years time...He learned the only thing he could control was himself and that was enough. But as he met her tear filled eyes, he felt as if he didn’t have control of that. He felt his heart sink, shattering from the words that tumbled from her lips. The walls he’d built up time and time again, after Madelyn, after Jack...he felt himself come undone, she broke him down, she made it in,and he could only hope she didn’t hate him for what she would find and already found. Adam placed his hand on her wrists, holding on to her. “No, no, I won’t hurt you--I won’t hurt myself either. I just need--I need you, I need you to just be here, be my friend, stand by me...”He sniffed, the tears falling from his hazel eyes.Adam held on to the girl, nearly picking her up off the ground. He placed a kiss to the side of her head, trying to help her clam down and anchor himself down, but most of all keep hold of her. He needed her, he needed to be there for her and he couldn’t let her down, not again. “It’’s over,  no more, okay? We hurt together and I won’t hurt you, not anymore, never again. I won’t hurt myself. I won’t hurt you.” He sore, meaning it for the first time in his life. He would never be the cause of his own pain, not if it costed someone else their own happiness, their own peace. He smoothed her hair, the sobs burning his lungs. “I will never do that to you, not you. Things will be better, I will make them better for us, I promise.”

[thewaywardprodigy]

eden-mayer:

“It’s really not a problem,” Eden nodded, flashing the boy a bright smile. “We can definitely do it now. How’ve you been? It’s been quite a while since we last talked.”

“It has, I think we last formally talked when the earthquake happened. Which feels like ages ago.” He laughed dryly, thinking back to those many months ago. “I’m better, far better. I’ve been clean for months and I’m struggling to go about my day at times, but I’m still trying so I suppose that’s improvement.” Adam explained not even sure it was worth mentioning. “How have you been, doctor?”

[oceansdarling]

“Here- I got it. Don’t hurt yourself.”

[thewaywardprodigy]

“That’s kind of you, but I could’ve gotten it myself--I do appreciate the help.” 

[thewaywardprodigy]

salutitsmarguerite:

Marguerite was filled with an overwhelming sense of confusion. He had done this? Why had he done this to himself? The blonde didn’t understand, she was puzzled and baffled by the fact one would cause harm to themselves, she didn’t understand it. It’s a bit ironic, but the concept was foreign to her. Blue eyes moved upwards, blotchy and red and filled with salted water and misunderstanding. “Why?” She questioned, naive and lost. She continued to hold the fabric, as if trying to prevent him from moving away. “I do not want to.” Marguerite defended wit ha shortened breath, shaking her head. “You do not hurt me.” She then moved her gaze down, moving one hand to very gently run along the fabric of his shirt that was loose hung on his on his torso- touching the area of his lower chest so delicately that if she so much as pressed to hard she’d leave a mark. “But….why do you hurt you? “

The tears in his eyes spilled over as he met hers, in some way hoping to find some sort of forgiveness in them. His hand that smoothed her hair moved forward, caressing her cheek as he tried to gather the truth for her. He’d never been asked by, no one ever asked it seemed to be understood. In a way, even he started to question why. “You won’t,” He sniffed as he pulled his words together. “It’s a reason I’m here. I have an illness, most people don’t see depression that way, but it is. I’m what some people would call a prodigy and my parents pushed me too hard. I fell very depressed because I was always failing them. I didn’t have control over my life and I felt hopeless. The--the first time was an accident. But for a moment, I felt I had control, I felt something other than sadness, pain, and disappointment...But the more I tried to get that feeling back, I lost it. I got worse the more I...it’s what sent me here. I wanted to feel something, but now, I can’t feel much of anything even if I do it. It’s been months, but the scars don’t fade quickly. I never wanted you to see this. I’m so sorry, Mar. I’m so sorry.” Adam looked away, his hand falling from her face and resting on her shoulder. He can’t expect her to forgive him, much less accept it. He could only hope he didn’t lose the only person he had left, the only person he felt anymore for. 

[thewaywardprodigy]

eden-mayer:

“It was today,” Eden smiled. “No worries, though. We can always reschedule it for tomorrow, unless you’d like to do it today. I don’t have anything scheduled for another few hours.”

“No, no today is fine. I overslept and I thought it was later than it was I suppose. I never meant to make you worry, I just lost track of time. I promise to be early next time.  But is it okay, if we do it now? I know you said you were free, I just want to make sure it’s okay.”

[adam-to-gold-blog]

Where’d you learn to do that?

[thewaywardprodigy]

zac-bishop:

This– oragami? Huh. Can you make other animals and things with it too?? Or is it only for cranes? One will probably feel like a thousand….

Yes, actually. Pretty much anything, frogs, cats, dogs, birds, oxen, fish...anything, really. It’s not that bad, it’s rather.

[joyandpoison-deactivated2023071]

[thewaywardprodigy]

eden-mayer:

“Oh my gosh, there you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Where in the world have you been?”

“Me? Are you sure? I don’t see why, have I done something--wait, did I forget about an appointment again? I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was today...”

[thewaywardprodigy]

salutitsmarguerite:

It would be a lie to say her breathing was only slightly off. Her lungs were practically screaming, eyes glazed with tears as she kept her space from him. When his hand touched her, it was as if a wave of acid emitted from his fingertips and burned into her flesh with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The girl just stared at where the fabric of his shirt now covered, cheeks beginning to darken in color as she grew more flustered and breathing became harder. The girl didn’t have the ability to form words, so instead, she wrapped her arms around his middle, bringing her small frame closer to his and holding him tightly. Marguerite sobbed into the fabric, bunching it in her fingers as she hugged him tightly. “It is not okay.” She began to say, repeating it as she held him to her, not knowing what else to say that he would understand. “ Qui a fait cela? Qui a fait cela?” The girl whispered, shaking her head as she held him tightly, hugging him, as if it would heal whatever wounds the boy had. “I do not want to hurt you Adam. I do not want to hurt…” 

Adam felt at a loss of what to do other than attempt to comfort her in some way. He fought back his own emotions, the anxiety screaming at him and the shame, pulling him back to the darker parts he only just seemed to escaped. But it wouldn’t help anything if he got upset too. Before he could speak again, her arms were around him and his wrapped tightly around the girl. He pressed a small kiss to the top of her head, smoothing her hair with his right hand. “Je l’ai fait.” He replied, his voice low and broken. “Most of them anyway. Je suis desole que tu vas vu ce.  Je suis desole.”  Adam let himself fall silent, his head resting against her. “But you never hurt me. You are the only good thing left in my life. You never hurt me. I don’t believe you could hurt me if you wanted to.” By now his own tears have fallen from his hazel eyes. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

[adam-to-gold-blog]

Where’d you learn to do that?

[thewaywardprodigy]

zac-bishop:

Definitely! I mean, yeah, that would be pretty cool. Is it kind of, a common thing to know…?

No, most people don’t unless they find an interest in it. I suppose the most common one you’d know would be the fortune tellers kids made in school. That’s origami, I always liked the crane. The legend says if you make a thousand you will get a wish--But I believe we should start with just one, it’s easier.

[thewaywardprodigy]

salutitsmarguerite:

Marguerite blinked, eyes beginning to glaze as she tried to avert her eyes elsewhere but…she couldn’t. How could one? She knew it was wrong of her to stare but, she was in such a state of panic she couldn’t help it. He apologized, but everything sounded fuzzy- Marguerite couldn’t understand him. The girls throat tightened and she shook her head quickly, moving to cover her eyes. “I am sorry-” She repeated again, as if a broken record, the same trembling fear in her words. Her lungs began to cling tightly to the air that was supposed to help her make voice audible- and she went silent. The pair sat in silence before Marguerite whispered; “I will leave. I am sorry- I am so very much sorry- I will- I should not have-I am so very, very much sorry Adam-” The girl almost sounded as if she was going to cry- Marguerite didn’t like making people upset. 

Adam quickly pulled his shirt over his head, needing to hide his shame and maybe help the girl regain her thought and help him keep his own. He’d never let anyone, not since--but she didn’t matter anymore, time had passed and he wasn’t the same. Adam took a step towards the girl, “Please, it’s okay, Mar. I’m not upset,” He assured her as he reached out, placing his hand on her shoulder. Part of him knew that he had to face this, he couldn’t hide it forever and frankly, maybe it was best of he didn’t.  He could barely even look at himself in the mirror and if he was ever going to accept it, he needed to be honest about. The fear ate at him, but she was one of the few people he could trust so while not ideal, maybe it was best she knew the truth. “It’s okay, I promise, I’m not upset, I’m--I’m sorry you had to see it. It’s okay, I wasn’t sure how to tell you..But Mar, it’s okay. I’m not angry.”

[adam-to-gold-blog]

Where’d you learn to do that?

[thewaywardprodigy]

zac-bishop:

It is, though! You made it out of just one piece of paper?? And you still remember how to do it. 

Thank you, I suppose it’s cool. Would you be interested in learning?

[adam-to-gold-blog]

Where’d you learn to do that?

[thewaywardprodigy]

zac-bishop:

A book I found in the library when I was younger, it seemed fascinating. It’s the only one I can make, but I’ve never forgotten how. It’s only a paper crane, it’s really not all too impressive.

[thewaywardprodigy]

nursesykes:

It was clear that as soon as he slid his jacket off that Quentin’s eyes lingered on the scars that littered his arms. It was clear that Adam was uncomfortable with having them show, but he continued to ignore him as he wrapped the tight band around Adam’s upper arm and cleaned where he was going to take the blood. “Well good news is they look like they’re healing slowly but surely,” the man started as he focused on taking the blood. “Have you been doing anything to help them heal?” 

“It used to be worse,” Adam stated plainly,”Scars fade, but never truly leave. I’m starting to accept them and the fact I will never be topless at the beach or a pool for the rest of my life. Long sleeve shirts are the only thing I own anymore, it’s all part of the illness, isn’t it? Learning to cope, live with it?” He questioned, wanting to hear a different side from his own for a change. He tried to keep talking to distract himself, he didn’t want to think much about the check up or the scars. “Other than finding alternatives to injuring myself, no. I haven’t tried anything.”

[thewaywardprodigy]

richard-kellway:

“You’re right, I haven’t known you long. And I’m not your doctor, but I think that your doctor knows what they’re doing. You wouldn’t be on the medication if it wasn’t necessary.”

“I suppose so and I can’t rely on it alone, either. I only wish that...it could just make everything alright, after so long, it’d be nice to feel different, feel better.”

[thewaywardprodigy]

salutitsmarguerite:

“I am sorry… I did not mean to-” The girl stuttered, her face illuminating a red glow as embarrassment washed over her. “I did not mean to-to…” The english word had slipped from her mind… and what she had just did clearly had the other upset, and she began to panic a bit- her lungs aching as her breathing grew sharp. “I am very...very much sorry…” 

Adam looked at the girl with wide eyes, trying to cover himself the best he could. He’d been changing, needing to put on his pajamas and settle in for the night. He needed to take his book and read until his eyes grew heavy. But he’d not locked the door, frankly he wasn’t sure if he could--but as he was putting on his shirt, it opened. He panicked, yelling at the person before he even saw them, his face blood red with embarrassment and the shame he felt for the marks. Two were not his fault, the others were by his own hand. As he saw her face, he started to regret his actions. “Mar, please..It’s okay, I’m--I shouldn’t have yelled, I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see this, not like this.”

[thewaywardprodigy]

valerie-dafoe:

“No. It’s fine my dear. We all get lost in our thoughts sometimes. Care to share what’s on your mind? It must be interesting if you’re acting like this.”

“Not so much interesting as it is--lingering. I’ve been here a while, a lot has happened and I just wonder if I’ve improved or worsened and if--If I were getting better, would I know it?”