A 'little' breakdown from before
'Sorry.' That was what was meant to come out of his mouth, yet it didn't. Was he really sorry for what he has done?
'Yes..' At first it was just a slight scratch on his heart. It didn't bleed. It didn't hurt.
'Now it hurts so much-' He deserved it. Every part of his body was creaming. Not from the pain. But the guilt.
The guilt, flowing through his veins like poison.
'Ironic, isn't it?' He was supposed to make them hurt. Not himself. His mind reminded him of the betrayal he felt too.
'Why didn't Xemüg help him?' He was left alone. To suffer. To regret all his pathetic decisions in life. Yes.
He deserved it all.
Since he was and will be nothing for all eternity.
...
Right?
"Fuck." the man slowly reached for an orange container with pills. Medicine for anxiety? Wrong.
Antidepressants. That's how low he has sank.
One. Two. Three. Three pills were quickly swallowed with a little bit of water. Did they help? Sometimes. Most times they didn't.
Now where was he..? Oh, right. His usual self destructive nature was taking over. It wasn't normal just a week ago. Now it was.
Stupid camp counselor. He shouldn't have came to Camp Campbell in the first place. The worst thing about it was that, the person he despised the most, was the one to help him open his eyes and see the truth.
It blinded. It hurted. Yet he couldn't do anything to prove it wrong.
Xemüg didn't exist.
The cultist didn't know that a week ago, he wasn't aware.
"Daniel please, you can't protect a god that doesn't even exist-"
"Xemüg exists, David! You can't make me change my mind. Stop trying!" At this point the blonde was almost shouting at the other.
"No."
It was a normal answer. It wasn't anything special. Many people have said it before, but not to him, not to Daniel.
To say the least, the cultist was shocked. Deeply. Yet something else suddenly appeared in his blue, stoic eyes. Interest. Something he only felt towards Xemüg.
Just as fast as Daniel felt it, he buried it inside of him.
"Now now Davey. No need to be so persistent."
"It's- I'm not being persistent, it's called caring about someone's well being." The tone of David's voice changed to a sad one. Daniel raised his eyebrow in question, but the other just ignored it.
"Daniel-" the camp counselor started, biting slightly on his lip.
"-have you ever had anyone that cared and took care of you?"
Now this was something he didn't hear about usually.
"Pardon me?" Daniel snorted and rolled his eyes at him.
"Davey I am fully capable of taking care of myself-"
"You know that's not what I'm asking about. I meant, do you have any family or close friends that you can rely on?"
"I-" I don't have? Was he seriously about to say that? No, nope. He wasn't taking any of that emotional shit right now.
"It's none of your business David."
"I think it is." Daniel looked at him with surprise that quickly changed to his usual annoyed face. Determined brat.
"From now on, I'm going to teach you what having friends feels like and prove you wrong about that weird god of yours. I don't take no for an answer!"
Stated David with his usual cheery voice, but at the same time being absolutely serious. Maybe the cultist was wrong about him...
His thoughts interrupted the nurse that just knocked on his door. She had an apologetic smile on her face and Daniel knew what it meant already.
"He's back, isn't he?"
"Yes. Should I let him in?" She asked nervously. He remembered his first week in this hospital, he cursed out every nurse and doctor that came to visit him. He slowly nodded and she quickly left. Several minutes have passed and the camp counselor finally arrived at his door.
"I told you to stop coming David." Daniel mumbled, yet he knew what the others answer would be.
"-and I told you that I won't stop trying, right?"
Of course, he wouldn't give up.
He was David after all.