|Scotty Atchinson (sayitscotty) wrote in dalton_rpg,|
@ 2012-04-13 17:35:00
|Entry tags:||! thread, @ character: harrison cook, @ character: scott atchinson|
Who: Scotty and Harris
Where: Scotty + Aaron's room
When: Monday night, April 16
What: Harris comes to check on Scotty after
More than his foster father when he was drunk, Scotty decided that the scariest thing in the world was being taken in for questioning by the police. As much as he may say and think that he didn't deserve anything that was given to him, the thought that it could all be ripped away -- Dalton, his friends, his family -- was absolutely terrifying. There would be nothing he could do about it either. He was still a minor -- he had a year to go, but he was a minor nonetheless. The police had been cruel too, saying that he was a suspect in an arson case and then pummeling him with questions. He answered as best he could, but-
Arson. Attempted murder too, if the investigation ruled that it had actually been arson. He would be facing jail time and would risk losing everything, all because of his foster parents. Silly him for thinking that he could ever escape them. No, they would always linger at the edge of his life, ready for his walls to be lowered enough to attack.
In this case, they had caught him completely by surprise. He hadn't known that their house had burned down. Yeah, he knew that people weren't exactly fans of his foster parents, but Scotty had never thought any of them would actually do something. They had to know that there would be consequences to acting out against them. There always were. And now Scotty-
He couldn't think about it. He just couldn't. Yet the thought kept resurfacing: you could lose everything. And it was such a frightening concept to think about. Jail would be so much worse than anything Scotty had faced before. His foster parents had told him that. If he left them, he would be sent somewhere so much worse. It turned out they were right after all, and the thought made him sick.
Panicking, that's all Scotty did on Monday. He didn't go to any of his classes or leave his room; all he did was fall into a restless sleep and stay buried beneath the blankets, as though this were all some elaborate nightmare and he was trying to wake himself up. Pinching didn't work though, and neither did falling asleep and waking again. It didn't take him long to creep out of bed and lock the door so he would have a warning for when Aaron came back in, and it took him even less time to grab the razor he had been using and to sit down at the floor with a towel spread out beneath him.
Scotty honestly couldn't say how many times he sat down on the floor on Monday. He just kept going down when he became too overwhelmed and felt like he was going to throw up, and after his third trip to the bathroom to clean himself up, he made the mistake of not locking the door again.
And that was how he would be found: sitting on the floor, drawing lines onto his thighs and hips, head bowed and hair obscuring his face.