[Closed]King of Crazy

[devon splyce parker]

Devon shrank back at her touch, glaring at his brother who sneered right back. "I'll get you, you'll see. Don't bother coming home brother," He spat. "He's gonna kill you guys you know, devour you! Fucking cannibal."

Devon swallowed, watching his brother retreat from the house. Shuddering he stared down at the blood covering his hands from Duskin, as well as his own from his chest. He worked his trembling jaw, his own mental problems leaving him to act almost like a wounded child.

[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas helped Duskin to the floor, propping him up against the counter. She kissed his forehead, stroking his hair gently. "-s'okay, Dusk. Just stay here until you're okay."

She looked up at Devon, who looked more scared than anything. "H-he's gonna be okay.." She said, touching his cheek gently. "You wanna stay here tonight? You can have my bed, if you want.." She looked up at him, feeling really bad for him. "You want a hug?"

[devon splyce parker]

Devon shook his head mutely, stumbling to his feet and moving for the couch. He sat down, eyes fixed and unwavering on the door, expressionless again, utterly quiet.

He really did clearly have problems, and he really had tried to tear Duskin to shreds because of it and not just his breed. But the bigger problem had just been made clear. His brother.

[dallas emery atkins]

"He.. He was wrong about no one loving you. I love you. I think you're okay.." She loved everyone, regardless of what they have done. She walked over to him, hugging him gently before kissing his forehead. "You don't have to be scared anymore, okay? He's gone.." She walked upstairs and changed into a nightgown. She ran her fingers through her hair as she walked downstairs, sitting beside him.

"I think you're just sick, that's all. But you can get better. That's what sick people do. They get better." She wanted to give him some sort of comfort, but didn't know how. "Do.. are you sure you don't want a hug? Hugs make everything better.."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon just stared at her like she was the crazy one. He lowered his gaze without a word in response to everything she said. He glanced back over at Duskin for a moment, touched his bleeding chest.

"I'm a monster.." He whispered, and looked away distantly. "Nobody can love me..I just trick them to.." He stared at the floor again with a slow breath, picking at a nail.

[dallas emery atkins]

She looked at him, then moved closer, curling up at his side. "You're not a monster.. And you don't have to trick anyone.. You're just.. different." She said quietly, holding her hand over the wound on his chest. She knew he would pull away, that he wasn't going to sit here and let her touch him, but it made her feel a little better knowing that she had at least tried.

She heard Duskin get up, and walk upstairs. "See? He's okay. He won't be mad unless you hurt me." She laid her head on his shoulder. "What kind of love are you looking for? There's friendly love and family love and then there's love love, between two people who really want to be together. And I don't think you'll be too hard pressed to find any of that."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon looked down at his chest, just sitting there without emotion. "I dunno what any of that is.." He mumbled softly. He touched her hand on his own chest curiously, confused by her friendly antics.

He didn't go to school because of the bullying and being made fun of, and how many people he had hurt in hallway fights. His fathers and twin brother finally said no and stopped making him go altogether.

He had been deprived of a lot.

[dallas emery atkins]

She turned her hand over, her fingers touching his gently. She realized she could hear his pulse, and closed her eyes.

"A friend is.. someone who is nice to you. Like me. I'm nice to you. So I'm your friend. Family is supposed to be there for you, no matter what. But yours doesn't seem too nice. So we can share Dusk. And a lover is.." She bit her lip, not really knowing what it was either. "I think they hold hands and kiss and think a lot of each other."

She looked down at their hands, touching ever so lightly. She grabbed his index finger gently, holding onto it like she would hold onto Duskin's when she was scared.

[devon splyce parker]

"Oh..." He whispered softly, still staring at the ground. When she grabbed his index finger he looked at there hands. "I don't know love..I think my mom loved me," He whispered. "But she died as soon as I was born.

'Everything I meet I kill,' He thought bitterly, staring across the room at the wall silently for a moment. And if not he at least hurt them. "I don't know how to be a friend," He admitted in response to her first comment.

[dallas emery atkins]

"My mom and dad died in a fire. With me and Duskin." She said quietly, still looking at their hands. "We'll.. You're not mean to your friends. You're nice. And make sure they feel okay, like I'm doing now."

She tried to remember what her brother had said about love. "Dusk said when you meet someone you love, you get these.. butterflies in your tummy. And you think about them a bunch.. And you want to be around them.. And the thought of them makes you happy." She draped her legs gently over his, moving closer.

"You gotta put your arm around me. That's what Dusk does when he sits with me on the couch." She gently pulled his arm around her waist. She put her hand back on his chest, afraid to hold onto his finger again.