David
After actually meeting Mason and spending time with him I realised he was so lost and confused and with all the pain he carried around it was actually admirable of him how he even got up in the morning without feeling shitty. The day I caught him in the stall with a bloody hand, it stopped my heart. I have no idea how I put on a poker face and cleaned all the blood from the stall and took him to the pharmacy, while paying for the water and chips and bandaids my hands were shaking like some addict.
The only thing that scared me throughout was what would’ve happened if it weren’t for me. Was he going to kill himself there? I asked myself and the more I thought about it, the more it made my blood settle in my body. The shiver of fear that revolved around my eyes whenever my eyes fell
