#toxic friendship
Why is the only fucked up one me?
Why am I the only tragedy?
Always on the edge of catastrophe
Catastrophizing
Maybe I’m not always crazy.
Maybe I’m not always wrong.
But they all say I am.
Say I need help.
But who wouldn’t lose it
If they were being mistreated
And being told
They weren’t even being mistreated in the first place?
Maybe I need to stop being so sensitive.
Shut off my feelings like a light switch
Dimming the light inside of me in return…
But that’s okay!
As long as everyone else is happy!
Their light will keep me…warm.
Despite the distance they keep me at
I can’t indulge too much in kindness!
Might make me too greedy!
We were like gold
Until you were told
I needed basic respect
Then, you sold us down the river
Said our love was worth its weight in gold
So, you cashed it in for profit
But, there were no takers
And you’re still the victim, it seems!
Pretty bold of you to say that I’m overreacting
Would only acknowledge my bleeding
Accompanied by blood curdling screaming!
Because it began to stain your clothes
Left me to rot…
While you bought a new shirt.
Said it was a pity I died!
But, I’ve survived worse.
Prompts used: Dialogue, Camping
Content Warnings: Manipulative whumper, toxic friendship, controlling whumper, scalding, blood mentioned
Whumpee found a brook, a thin mossy stone-lined trickle of glittering coolness. Dipping the kettle in the water, Whumpee looked around, his eyes looking at the new green leaves on the beech trees and the buds on the oak. He breathed in the fresh air of spring, clean and without the taste of blood in the air. Birds called loud and passionately to one another, hopping about from branch to branch before flying off with a beak filled with moss or twigs. Whumpee sighed, wishing that camping would be a regular thing with Whumper. But he got bored of everything, well, everything but that taste of blood.
Whumpee walked back to the clearing where Whumper still sat, prodding at the fire with twigs.
“Didn’t find anything?” Whumpee asked, despite knowing Whumper hadn’t even attempted to look for supplies.
“No,” Whumper sneered. “It’s a shit forest.”
Whumpee shrugged and poured the water into an iron pot hanging over the fire. “I don’t know, I think I spotted some wild garlic near the brook.”
“Shoulda got some then,” said Whumper, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, probably should have,” Whumpee agreed. “Shall I go back?”
“Yeah.”
Whumpee sighed and trudged back to the brook and went up a little, nearer the crest of the hill where green leaves of wild garlic grew in abundance. He picked several leaves quickly, the strong smell making his tummy growl. It had been a day since he’d eaten and goodness knows how long it had been since Whumper had.
When Whumpee returned to camp and found Whumper sprawled out on the ground.
“Your water is boiling,” Whumper said, staring up into the sky.
“It’s gonna be pretty plain, I’m afraid, but it will be filling.”
Whumper sat up and grinned through the steam.
Whumpee ripped open the packet of pasta and narrowed his eyes, trying to judge how much to pour into the pan.
“Oh, give it here,” groaned Whumper, leaning over the fire.
The water hissed and burned as it hit Whumpee’s skin, soaking into his jeans. “Fuck!” yelled Whumpee, jumping back up and away from the campfire. “What the hell did I do wrong?”
“Nothing,” Whumper’s bottom lip wobbled. “I’m sorry, it was an accident.”
“Yeah right,” said Whumpee, hopping back to the tent and stripping off his jeans as he went.
“You aren’t going, are you?” whimpered Whumper, looking down at the floor.
Whumpee shot an angry glare back, but his face softened, tears actually seemed to be coming from Wumper’s eyes.
“I was thinking about-” Whumpee began.
“Please don’t leave me here!” Whumper blubbed, drawing his knees to his chest.
Whumpee shoved on a pair of shorts and walked back over to his crying friend, looking as he did back at school. Whumpee crouched beside Whumper and opened his arms, offering a hug.
Whumper flopped into Whumpee’s arms and nuzzled his head into Whumpee’s chest for a second. “We’re leaving together,” he muttered. “Camping is shit.”
@themerrywhumpofmay@painsandconfusion
thought i might try i different dynamic where the whumper is a bit more sneaky about hurting his whumpee so he can keep him around without need for restraints
If anyone would like me to write more about any of the characters who are in any of the drabbles for this challenge, send me an ask and the day and I’ll be happy to!
gasoline boy / setting fire to your veins / setting fire to your life / we used to joke about it / our descent into alcoholism / no one’s laughing anymore / numb boy / threw yourself down the stairs like a bouncy ball / elbowed and punched your way out of two friends’ lives / soon there’ll be no one left / just your vodka lover / oh ashen boy / a bottles’ love can’t dampen the coal in your chest / remember / i’m the one who knows you best / you are most whole / when you empty all your poison down the sink / arsonist boy / i love you / but i won’t stay to watch you burn this city down / i love you / but i don’t know how to exstinguish your violence / i can’t recognise this molten liar / i’ll always love you / but i can’t put myself in your line of fire
I just want to Say that if You delete your blog, or left a fandom ,or erase all Ur social medias to stay away from someone or somethIng that give You a Bad experience, it Will never meant they won, youre doing what You need to protect your mental health, is valid if You decide to stay and make ur existence a nightmare for them and is also valid as heck to leave and stay the fuck away from them, they might think they won, but we don’t give a shit about them, what matter is Us we’re doing it for US, for You, for your mental health, staying on a place or leaving , are valid as heck.
“don’t let someone ruin the things You love” and “stay away from toxic people ” CAN EXIST TOGUETHER
do what You need as long as is for YOUR OWN GOOD
