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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 2, 2011 4:19:06 GMT -5
"Hey, hey, shh." The panic in his eyes, if not that, something, was obvious. "Come on, sit up." I whispered, pulling him up by his shoulders carefully. Still, we were on the bathroom floor, his body was cold, and so was mine. It wasn't doing either of us any good, having thinly covered skin on the tiles.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 3, 2011 2:25:31 GMT -5
I took hold of him, gripped him, held him. "You're cute when you're all pretty and messy and sexy and you just woke up!"
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 3, 2011 2:57:41 GMT -5
Laughing at his compliments was all I could manage. "And you're obviously still high!" Poor thing. I really don't know what goes through his head when he takes drugs.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 3, 2011 3:42:00 GMT -5
"Am I not ever? Ever not. Not ever." I was trembling again. Not much, just a little, shaking. I just wanted to disappear, hide.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 3, 2011 6:44:36 GMT -5
"Cm'ere." I smiled, pulling him in for a hug, to maybe stop his shivers again. It was hard to keep the tears away. To keep me from stealing him, protecting him from himself.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 4, 2011 6:45:54 GMT -5
"No no no no!" I burst out this time, struggled away from him. "Toxic, I'm toxic!"
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 4, 2011 18:52:49 GMT -5
"Okay, fine..." Sadly, I never could help him. I reluctantly let him go, pushing myself towards the opposite wall, my knees to my chest. William was almost too much, too much for me to handle...
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 5, 2011 1:32:01 GMT -5
"I need to go back, Brenny, boy, I need to go," I whispered, shaking, shaking, trying to remember how to go, how to get back home.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 5, 2011 7:17:15 GMT -5
I pulled myself up from the floor, extending an arm to the childish man on the tiles. "Come on, I'll take you back. Back home." Anywhere but here.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 5, 2011 8:06:02 GMT -5
I nodded, took his arm, and ignored the you don't want to do that you don't want to do that because I had Brenny, right? Brenny bear this boy would take me back and everything would be beautiful because I was with him and that letter 'B' would make everything okay again
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 5, 2011 8:24:34 GMT -5
Wading through crowds like murky saltwater, I struggled to keep him afloat. His stumbles made our journey reminiscent of 'two steps forward, one step back'. Finally outside, his eyes wide, he still gripped my hand tight.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 6, 2011 2:15:03 GMT -5
"It's cold," I mumbled holding on and on and on, clinging for my life because it was freezing and the wet, it felt like it was wet, would I drown if I let go or would I just be lost and freeze?
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 6, 2011 3:12:07 GMT -5
"Shh, shh." Could I walk him home? Would he last? One way to find out. I pulled him away, from that party, from those drugs, and down the dimly illuminated sidewalk.
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Post by William Beckett on Jun 6, 2011 5:39:50 GMT -5
"Brenny..." I was fading, fading. Not, disappearing. Just fading. My mind was almost gone gone gone. I could walk and breathe and maybe even talk a little but my mind had just gone. Blank. Broken. Brain. Burn. Not all 'b's are beautiful. "Take me home?"
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Post by Brendon Urie on Jun 6, 2011 5:51:51 GMT -5
"I am taking you home, your home, your place..." I repeated, maybe it gave him a sense of security. Poor thing. Broken, I still had his hand in mine.
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