Keaton
After breakfast, I wandered throughout the halls trying to find something to do. I ended up going back to the room I share with Gus. She wasn't there, not that I expected her to be. She's always around Liam, like he's her life line or something. When she does talk, I feel like I'm talking more to Liam than I am to her.
I sprawled out on my bed and stared at the white ceiling. What would it be like to be home? Could I even go home?
I shook those ridiculous questions out of my head and sat up.
Go look through Gus's stuff again, Keaton. I'm sure she has another pretty item to add to the pile.
I squeezed my eyes closed and ran outside. I can't take any more of her things. They're hers and they should stay that way. I felt the anxiety and need to take something build up inside of me. I quickly bolted down the hallway. I need to find something to do. I need to get my mind off of things.
I kept running until I found myself in Skizzy and Stephan's room.
"Hey guys." I panted.
"Oy." Stephan nodded and Skizzy smiled.
I bent over to catch my breath and my gaze rested on Stephan's belt buckle.
Take it, Keaton. You know you want it. Look at how it reflects the light, it would be a great addition. Surely he won't miss it. Take it.
I shoved my fingernails into my mouth and bit down hard. "Stephan, please tell me a story." I begged. Maybe his tales will settle my urges.
"Why ye wantin' a fairytale, Keaton?" He asked.
"Are you okay?" Skiz's eyebrows furrowed together and I could tell he was trying to read my emotions.
Look, Keaton. Skiz's journal is right there on the desk. Take it. It's probably filled with writings. Take it right now.
No. Not his journal. I can't. I won't.
TAKE IT, KEATON.
"Yeah, no, I'm fine!" I said, a little too cheerfully. I wandered over to the desk and turned around, grabbing the journal and hiding it behind my back. "Actually, I'm sorry I bothered you. I'll see you around."
I scurried out of the room, journal in my hand. I bolted into my room and closed the door behind me. I glanced at the small black book in my hand and suddenly I felt sick. What have I done?
Put it in the pile, Keaton. It's yours now.
"NO!" I screamed and threw the journal across the room. Angry, confused tears streamed down my face. Why am I like this? Why can't I change? My body was soon overcome by thundering sobs. I felt my face puff up beneath the tears.With my vision blurred, I scribbled down a note and picked up the journal. I sprinted back to Skiz and Stephan's room before I could change my mind. I placed the journal and the note on the floor in front of their door. I knocked three times and sprinted back down the hall.
To Skizzy,
I'm sorry I took this. It wasn't my fault. Hide it from me so I know it's safe.
-Keaton
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