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[YOUSHOULDKILLYOUSELF]

Aiden startled awake. He winced subconsciously when he aggravated a slash wound from last night's endeavors.

Those stupid thoughts, the ones that told him to cut, to bleed, they just wouldn’t go away. Maybe he deserved it. Deserved all of this.

A loud crash and Aiden’s mother came stumbling into his room—bottle in hand—already wasted senseless. It was only 7:00am. But as per routine, she stumbled in further, bottle raised, and brought it down with a sickening CRASH onto Aiden’s chest.

“Thas-thas wha you get ya lil-lil-fag. Faaaaaggggggg. Thas wha-wha youuu are.”

Aiden just stared, unimpressed as his mother hiccuped and fell to the floor. His covers had taken most of the glass, but a couple pieces wormed their way into Aiden’s chest, shallow cuts [Unfortunatly] (shut up) but they still caused red to well up and ruin his sheets.

With a sigh, Aiden swung his legs over the side of the bed, walking straight toward his mother who was giggling drunkly to herself; choosing to ignore the glass digging into his feet [Good. You deserve the pain] (Fuck off).
He lifted his mother with extreme effort and walked silently to her room, dropping her rather unceremoniously onto her king-sized bed.

He padded back to his room and examined his chest, grumbling as he removed the shards one piece at a time, using spider-man themed Band-Aids to stop the bleeding as he moved onto his foot which was quite a bit more injured than his chest [Make the wound deeper, bleed out, no one will care. Do it. Do it. DO IT BITCH.] (Not now fucker).

His father choose that moment to walk into his (Doorless, cause he can’t get any fucking rights in this shitty house) room, eyes blazing with anger. There were two sides to his father, anger, or a predatory hunger Aiden was petrified of [Scared? Of what? They just treat you like they're supposed to, like a doll. Something to be used then discarded. Because you. Don’t. M A T T E R]

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Aiden hardly even noticed when he was being hit. His brain was still muddled with sleep, but after a couple slaps his senses quickly woke up as he glared at the ugly face of his father. He had been hoping to avoid this so early, especially on a school day. Luckily, his father wasn’t all that stupid and didn’t hit his face. That would just get CPS called, and nobody wanted that. But as bruises formed along his sternum, Aiden’s mind felt detached, like it was a balloon only tethered to him by a single thread.
Even as his body felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to it, he didn’t cry out, eyes cloudy as he dully registered his father throwing him to the floor as he began kicking Aiden, adding to the already painful damage was the glass shards that were now deeply embedded in Aiden’s skin.

All the while, Aiden was just thinking This couldn’t have waited until after school? He did have a bus to catch in less than thirty minutes. At the thought of the bus,he got a sick feeling in his stomach as he pushed himself onto his elbows, looking at his father with his best ‘We’ll continue this later’ eyes as he shakily got up [Feel the pain. That’s what you deserve. You're nothing but a waste of space. Pain is payback for you existing] (We’ll continue this later goes for you too bitch).

His father didn’t really get the message, so Aiden pushed down the disgusted feeling withering in his gut as he placed a hand on his fathers shoulder and whispered in his ear that he had to catch the bus, but he would be back by four. A wicked grin stretched on the man's face as he gave his sons {*Pardon me as I throw up while writing this part* } ass a firm squeeze, then walked out the door like a lion who knew a feast would be arriving soon.
Aiden was…going to fucking regreat that shit.
But for now, Aiden had to get ready for *hurk* SCHOOL. Fucking disgusting. He groaned and stumbled into the bathroom, bracing himself before looking in the mirror. He hates the fact that he sleep shirtless, so in the morning he has to deal with the pathetic sight of his mangled torso. But his father ‘insisted’ (Read: forced) him to whether it was for his own sadistic pleasure of seeing Aiden in pain or the revolting sex appeal, Aiden didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

Bruises made his skin look like a storm, dark patches covering most of his abdomen as blood dripped from the many lacerations the glass made. Aiden felt like punching his fathers fugly ass face, but he took a deep breath and focused on the controllable. He glass. He got more Band-Aids and repeated the process he did earlier, this time having to do the same for his legs which had (Surprisingly) gotten the brunt of the injuries. He was only left with a measly five minutes to brush his teeth, put his contacts in, get dressed and sprint to the bus.
When he gets to the stop a very tall boy is waiting for him. Before Aiden reaches him, he combs a hand through his hair and fixes up his very oversized smiley-face sweatshirt, one of his favorites. [You don't deserve anything. Your should run in front of the bus, do everyone a favor] (A full five minutes without you and you decide to fucking ruin it. Basterd) He throws on one of his signature grins as he reaches the boy, running up to Ben with a manic smile stitched on his face.

“HEY BENNYBOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!”

He screeches as he vaults himself onto the bus stop's run down bench. [Vault yourself off a roof next] Ben shoots him a worried glance accompanied by a small smile at his ridiculous antics. Aiden returns the smile with his ever present one which is significantly less soft and tries not to wince at the feeling of his cuts being aggravated by the rough landing, opting instead for talking about every little thing that comes to his mind until the bus comes to a screeching stop in front of the pair.
Aiden nearly has a panic attack from the sound and fights the overpowering urge to cover his ears as he boards the disgusting vehicle. Is his option, buses need to be yote as much as his thought do.

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Aiden was acting chaotic and manic as always, but Ben could sense something was up. There had always been an air of wrongness around Aiden, ever since Ben could recall.

Now; Aiden never opened up about it—never said more than ‘I’m ay ok!’ When anyone asked—but Ben had his suspicions.

And it was a sudden stop on the bus that confirmed one of those ideas. For, Aiden never engaged in physical contact—never hugged anybody even if they were in the phantom realm, never accepted high fives or piggyback rides, but the halt of the automobile sent Aiden flying into Ben’s arms who narrowly caught the boy before he hit his head on the metal wall.

A wave of nausea made Ben want to throw up. Then cold realization. Aiden was entirely way too thin. Ben swore he could feel Aiden’s bones through his layers of clothes.

Aiden went stiff as a board when he felt Ben’s arms wrapped around him, then turned back with a strained smile.

”Hey there Benny! Coulda ya…uh… let me go please? As much as I enjoy quality time with you, I also love havin’ my own seat on the bus, ya know?”

He requested. But unfortunately for Aiden, Ben could see a bruise just below his collarbone at this angle. Ben looked at Aiden worriedly, what had happened to his baby cousin?
Aiden noticed the terrified glance and quickly adjusted his sweater so his injury was covered, attempting to wriggle out of Ben’s grasp.
Ben wouldn’t let him, partially from the injury and partially from the fact that Aiden—for as much as he was resisting, was subtly melting into the touch. Could it be possible Aiden was touch starved? And even if that was not the case, someone was harming his (At this point, what with the phantoms and such) younger brother, and that made Ben want to protect Aiden more.

His grip tightened on Aiden subconsciously. They were almost at school but Ben would not stand for this. He would be keeping a much closer eye on Aiden for the foreseeable future.

As the bus finally came to a final stop, Aiden was moving far more sluggishly than before, nearly asleep in Ben’s arms. But as the students got off one by one, Aiden pushed Ben away and shakily stood up with a weary smile.

And as Ben followed him off, he didn’t miss the stolen glance to the busy street Aiden cast.

That just might have scared him more than his malnourishment or bruise.

A cat leapt onto Aiden’s shoulder, causing said boy to flinch in surprise before something truly shocking happened.

Aiden’s smile faded.

And Ben saw pure bliss in those red eyes.

Aiden began to pet the cat like it was the most precious thing on the planet, the orange tabby leaning into it with soft purrs.

”Cats are gods and they must be worshipped.”

Aiden stated out of the blue. Ben just smiled and gave the tabby a little head scratch, making a silent promise in his head to make whoever hurt Aiden pay.

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My names Gl1tch

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Again…

Uh…

So…

You ever looked at something ya did and be like “how in the fresh flippity FUCK did I do that?”

Yeah.

That was chapter 1 for me.

I, like, never write like that and I got no clue how the shit ships I did that

So ignore the quality of the writing slowly decreasing

I’ll try ta figure it out in the near future to make my writing better an’ maybe try to mix an match with my normal writing style to make something good

So

I’m probably not gonna update for a lil while

But if this blows up I’ll definitely update it cuz I’m scared that someone will find me IRL and hunt my ass down for abandoning this story

(I’m not abandoning it, just taking a break)

(For now)

But anygay, yeah.

I’m more active on Quotev which is weird but whateva

So if ya like Percy Jackson, TADC or whatever then check that out!

User name is Gl1tch_inthe_MATRIX or just Gl1tch on there so yeah

Heads those stories are written in my normal/slightly worse writing style so yeah

Working on it and gonna use this book as inspiration for more writing styles :3

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