forum The Shy Mystic (O/O)(closed)

Started November 10, 2018 by @Rvan group

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Kemp and Jacob walked back in the school laughing, passing by the music room as they said, “Gosh, that dumpster idea was amazing, J!”
Kemp laughed harder, Jacob just going along with it, “What can I say, it’s a classic.”

(Lol I thought it just said music and I was like “but Tristan isn’t playing anything.”)

Tristan shrank away and tried to connect the dots. Dumpster idea….. classic?? None of this is making sense….. After they were out of sight, Tristan went down to the door at the end of the hallway, opened it up and put a wooden wedge to make sure it didn’t shut and lock on him.
He saw the dumpster and went around to it. I don’t really see anything here…. He was too small to see up and over the edge, so he called out, “Hello? Anyone else here??”

Chase let out a small groan, trying and failing to sit up. Everything hurt, from when Kemp and kicked his abdomen over and over again to when Jacob had punched his face, “H… Help………”

(:0)

Tristan grabbed the edge and tried to pull himself up, thinking he heard someone from inside. He scrabbled and struggled, but got up within a reasonable amount of time.
He glanced down, and when he saw Chase, all he wanted to do was cry. “Chase!” Tristan cried, voice all watery. “W—What are you doing in here??”

Chase could barely make out that it was Tristan, the only thing that identified him was the sound of his voice- it was like a beautiful valley of flowers. “K…… Kemp and………… Jacob……” Chase muttered, too weak to even try to escape from the large metal beam on his arm anymore.

Tristan’s jaw tightened. Those no-good…. He wasn’t about to think about the word. But what was even worse is that Chase’s face was littered with awful buises that left him nearly unrecognizeable. He got in, lifting the steel bar off of him. Truthfully, I should be the one in here…. He muttered, heart sinking, “I don’t understand how they can go this far…”

“I’m…… I’m just a freak that doesn’t matter, why wouldn’t they throw a gay synesthesia kid in a dumpster?” Chase spat out the truth, his voice taking a bitter, self-loathing tone in attempt to keep the tears at bay.

Tristan felt a rush of heat come to his face. …Did he say what I thought he said….? “I… well, if you say you don’t matter….” He cracked a tiny smile. “Then how can you say that when you matter to me?”

Chase took a second to process the words, not believing them quite yet. But tears pricked in his eyes, and before he knew it he pushed himself up to be able to hug Tristan, ignoring the pain brought with every movement. “Th-Thank y-y-you.”

Tristan felt hotter than he ever did before. What was that emotion he was feeling? Whatever it was, he liked it. Unsure how exactly to react when he wasn’t sure what was happening, Tristan hugged him back, making sure to avoid his bruises. “I… I’m just trying to be a good friend…”

“N-No one’s ever liked m-me before,” He got out, burying his head into Tristan’s shoulder as he hugged him tighter. He was jut desperate for some kind of gentle human touch, someone to comfort him.

(I assume they got out of the dumpster, ya?)

Tristan was a bit surprised. "N… Not even your parents?" It seemed like an odd question to ask, but with his mind spinning and his gut churning, what else was he supposed to do? Break away and make him feel bad again?

(No, Chase is just hugging him in the dumpster lol (it’s one of those huge dumpsters that could fit a few mattresses, ya know?))
“My mom…” Chase chewed his lips for a second, and decided he could trust Tristan enough to tell him, “My mom died when I was younger, and my dad……… He calls me a freak…” Chase looked away shamefully after he finished the sentence.

(…Let’s get them out of there, huh? That’s just kinda…. eeehhh….)

“No…. don’t say that…” His ears stung at the sound of that word, and he just hugged him tighter. “Don’t…. it hurts me just as much as it hurts you.” All Tristan wanted was for him to be happy— any level of happiness would satisfy him.

(ye, lol)
“I…” Chase didn’t know what to say, looking at the wall of the dumpster, “We should get out…” Truthfully, Chase was too weak to every try to climb out by himself.

(Yeah :3)

Tristan finally let him go, his body feeling a bit hot and fluttery. “Um… yes…. that’d be…” He cleared his throat. “Nice….” He caught a glimpse of his bruises all over his arms and his face for a second time. “Do you need help? You… look— er —pretty beat up…”

“Y-Yeah…” Chase didn’t want to look at himself, he didn’t want to see the numerous bruises that covered his body all over. He closed his already swollen eyes, leaning towards Tristan a little bit.

(Oof I’m unsure how to do this…)

Tristan caught his weight and tried helping him over the best he could. “Easy…. don’t strain yourself….” …Why would anyone do this? T—This is too extreme!!! He got Chase over and finally out of the dumpster.
He followed close behind, clambering over the wall and getting a breath of somewhat fresh air. That dumpster was absolutely horrid….

Chase was leaning against the metal rim of the dumpster for support, wrapping an arm around himself. He smelled like the way a cactus felt, it was horrendous. “I…” He didn’t want to go home covered in bruises like this, he didn’t want to even go home.

(….?)

“…Are you doing better than before, I hope?” Tristan wasn’t sure what else to do— he was bruised to the point where he could hardly move, and he was afraid that if he tried to help him, that he’d eventually accidentally touch a bad spot and hurt him badly. “But… let’s go inside— it’s getting a bit chilly.” I can’t imagine what they do to him otherwise… His sympathy caused him to tear up.

(He has synesthesia, if that’s what you mean by “…?”)
“I dunno… but yeah, we should go inside…” Chase mumbled, already limping back towards the school entry doors. He just wanted it to stop, he was tired of the pain -both physical and emotional- that each day caused.

(Oh with the cactus thing, yeah)

Tristan pulled the door open and let him through, kicking the wood wedge off to the side. By the looks of it, it seemed like Chase was ready to drop any second. I can’t believe this… He helped Chase through the door and down back into the music room. “I… I’m guessing you aren’t gonna stay very long….”

“I don’t want to go back home…” Chase mumbled, slightly embarrassed so he stared at the ground. Becuase he wouldn’t get much help at home, he doubted his father would even notice.

“I… well…” He knew why he wouldn’t judging from what Chase told him earlier, but… “You can’t just stay here all day— if you want me to, I’ll stay here as long as you want. I don’t care what my mom wants anymore.” Tristan realized he was taking huge risks that he couldn’t afford to take, yet, he didn’t care— all he wanted was for Chase to be happy.

“Maybe… Maybe just for a song? Just one song?” Chase asked quietly, not letting himself ask Tristan to stay for as long as possible. The guy had a life, and his family might get mad at him. But surely, one song on the piano wouldn’t hurt…