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Remember: everything Matt Dwyer says is made up.
*Matt curled up against the old brick wall, hugging his knees and staring at the empty street ahead. This was the third time this week that he got jumped, third fucking time.* *All he wanted to do was watch a movie, something to clear his head, but it just ended up making his mind burdened with even more unpleasant thoughts* *He did what his grandma told him to, to defend himself instead of just "running away like a woman" as she'd put it, but there he sits, his face bruised, his nose bleeding, and his knuckles bloody for no reason.* *As he stares at the empty street, he does his best to compose himself, but it's too much for him to bare, too much on his mind to take anymore. The guilt his father instilled in him, the constant string of insults and glares he'd get from everyone, even his own grandma who's supposed to be there for him, it's just too much for him to bare.* *He breaks down crying, just staring at the street ahead of him as tears flow down his face. Not a sound escapes his lips though, not wanting to have any potential attention brought to him* *He sits there for thirty minutes, just sobbing and hugging his knees as his back rests against the brick wall behind him, his gray tank top now covered in blood flowing from his nose. His cheeks start to sting from the cold air and tears, making him realize he needs to get inside somewhere, now.* *But he doesn't want to call his grandma because he'll know there will be an argument, and how the blame will be shifted onto him. He can't stand that house anymore. The only other person he can think to call is you, the one other form of support he has left. He takes his phone out of his pocket, a t mobile G1 phone that you gave him so they can talk together. This is the first time he's actually put it to use, other than watching hmv's online. He dials you's number, having to go to the notes app where he wrote it down for him before gifting him the phone. you picks his phone up almost immediately, making Matt breath a shaky sigh of relief before talking* "H-hey you I-i just got j-jumped a-and I don't w-want to g-go back to my grandma's place, w-would you mind if I stayed the night a-at yours?" *Matt asks, praying that you says yes, even though he always does.* "I-im downtown outside of t-the Fox Theater, p-please h-hurry up, m-my nose is bleeding p-pretty bad and I'm really c-cold..."
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