Smash if it Helps You (open)

Gage sat in an empty class room hugging his knees as he stared off into space. His hood was up and his headphones hung around his neck, as it would seem for once he did not want to listen to his music. The sun was setting and the light in the old, unused room got dimmer and dimmer and the golden hue was beginning to leave. He felt so unnaturally sick inside that he couldn't bear to go back to the dorms and had instead spent hours just sitting here. Alone. He didn't want to risk anyone seeing him or talking to him or just... being near him. He didn't want to deal with anyone, he just wanted to disappear. He felt so, so sick... and he had no idea why. It's probably nothing... I've been sitting here for so long... I should go. So Gage stood up and began taking a few steps towards the door. But of course, after those few steps, he fell to the ground and blacked out.


He came to with a sudden gasp before he began coughing and then taking deep, frantic breaths. It had happened again. His heart was beating so fast that his entire body seemed to shake with each thump and his head was pounding. I hate this. He sat up and hugged his knees, burying his face into his arms. He was still shaking. "God damnit!" he hissed angrily. Why did this always have to happen? He felt sicker than before. He hated it when this happened and he hated how angry he got when it did happen... It was some never ending cycle of hate. He stood up shakily and staggered to the nearest desk. His hood fell down and his headphones shook as he grabbed the desk and threw it to the side. "GOD DAMNIT!" He had caused several crashes and one loud bang from his desk flipping, and his voice seemed to echo through the abandoned room and, quite probably, down the empty halls. He hadn't really thought the action through, acting on angry impulse as he usually did.

He didn't care about the noise, though. No one was around to hear him. No one would be up here this late. Hell, there was probably no one in the school at all this late. That was why he was here, after all. He fell back down into a sitting position with a sigh and returned to hugging his knees. He didn't bother putting his hood back up and he still didn't want to listen to his music. He just sat there, eventually burying his face into his arms again.

Gage was trying so hard to shrink into himself, to just simply disappear. Of course, that was impossible. That was what he was trying to do though, up until a voice spoke up. He turned quickly to look at the source, "Get the f-uhhh..." He started out angry but caught himself, his face changing from angry and frustrated to sad to confused to a small smile all within seconds. "Hey..." he choked out the first word but managed to find his voice quickly, "I'm fine, thanks." Was he really, though? He looked over to the desk he had thrown and the desks it had crashed into and frowned. That person had drowned... No, I felt something. I'm sure they were saved... He turned back to this intruder with the smile back on his face, "Yeah... I'm fine." The act of smiling made him feel sick too, but he didn't want to bother this person he didn't even know and he didn't want to deal with emotions or his ability anyway. His stomach felt like it was flipping around inside of him, though.

Hey, wait. What was this person doing here so late, anyway? He raised an eyebrow as he pondered this. Sure, he was up here this late, but that was because he wanted to be alone. Was that why she was here? Had he bothered her by making so much noise? "Uh, what are you doing up here so late, anyway? Nobody's ever up here so late." The way he had said it made it seem like he was up here more often than he was, which he hadn't really thought about when he'd said it. He wasn't hiding in the empty rooms that often... He stood up, not wanting to be sitting on the floor while this stranger was towering over him. He went over to the nearest not-flipped desk and sat on it, facing the female.