forum Delinquent Academy RP

Started April 10, 2018 by @charkieshark

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"Good." She sat crossleged on the floor, leaning idly against the wall so as not to seem overly concerned. She pulled out a stick of black lipstick, applying it to her lips in two swift motions.

"Sorry if I worried you guys.. you know, by not coming back. And passing out… all that…"

"You shouldn't be sorry about something that affects your mental health." Pfft, I'm one to talk. Then again, I deserve it. Jay doesn't.

Jay looked away, a pink tinge coloring his cheeks. "Yes, but still… I-I need to be able to control it better. No matter what happened in my past, I shouldn't cause other people to suffer because of me…"

"But we didn't suffer. Worrying means you care about someone. Not your fault, not a problem, end of story. Don't beat yourself up about it."

Don't beat yourself up about it. Well he usually wasn't the one beating himself, but he had been beat several times. He winced slightly at the memories, but pushed them away. He hated the flashbacks with a passion.

Morrigan noticed something flicker in his eyes but didn't prod, taking a chocolate bar out from her pocket and offernig it to him.

Jay seemed confused. She was… giving him something? He hesitated before gingerly taking it, hoping that was what she was trying to do.

She gave him a half-smile, letting her eyes fall shut.

Jay cautiously opened the chocolate, examining it. He hadn't ever actually had a chocolate bar before, and he couldn't read the packaging. "What is it?"

“You’ve never seen a chocolate bar?” Now she was concerned.

He shook his head. "I usually just ate what I could from the fridge without my parents noticing. And there wasn't that much food, mostly beer."

“Without them noticing?! You mean they— they starved you?”

"Um… generally speaking, I guess…" He hadn't meant to say that, but it was too late now. "I mean, they either hardly notice me or they're throwing something. Mostly beer bottles. One time, one of them broke on my head and I had to spend the evening pulling out the pieces."

Morrigan froze. This boy had it so much worse than her, or anyone else she'd ever heard of. "And you never called 911? They would– should be arrested for that!"

"I… we don't have a house phone. They've got cells, but there's no way I'd be able to use them."

"What?!" Zanna stood up and stomped towards the bed, "Nobody should ever be denied basic needs. Why didn't the neighbors ever report them!"

"What about a pay phone in public? The neighbour's phone? Couldn't you have slpped a not to someone in your community or something?" I mean, I never did any of that…… That's different. I deserved it, it was payback. I was asking for it.

"I don't have money, I can't write, and my parents are careful to never let the neighbors know."

Aita walked towards the gardens and he knew he was being watched by the officer.

Holy sh*t "Well, what about school? The teachers?"

"I… I can't trust adults… every woman looks like my mom, and every man my dad. I can't really talk to them without panicking."

Morrigan swallowed. "Well, you can use my phone and do it. Or I could do it for you." All she wanted was to get this poor kid help.

"I-I couldn't do that… you.. you don't have to… r-really, I'm… I'm fine. Don't worry." He gave her a weak smile.

"Jay. Your parents starve you and abuse you. \you get panic attacks. YOUR PARENTS ABUSE YOU. I don't see how that counts as fine."