The Drip Drip Drop.
Ryan/Brendon.
A Ryan Ross breakdown story.
“Don’t make me go.” Ryan begged, desperate hands clutching at Brendon’s shirt. “Please, Bren. Please don’t make me go.” Ryan was crying, sobbing, tears leaving marks on his dirty cheeks.
No one in the room could speak. No one had ever seen Ryan break down so completely before. Then again, no one had ever seen him with gauze wrapped around his wrists to keep the cuts from getting infected.
Whether Ryan knows his father is alive or dead is all up to that particular moment. The knife he used to cut his wrists was up to happenstance. Signing the paper to admit him to the hospital was all up to Brendon. Getting better is up to nobody but him.
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
- T.S. Eliot
A Ryan Ross breakdown story.
“Don’t make me go.” Ryan begged, desperate hands clutching at Brendon’s shirt. “Please, Bren. Please don’t make me go.” Ryan was crying, sobbing, tears leaving marks on his dirty cheeks.
No one in the room could speak. No one had ever seen Ryan break down so completely before. Then again, no one had ever seen him with gauze wrapped around his wrists to keep the cuts from getting infected.
Whether Ryan knows his father is alive or dead is all up to that particular moment. The knife he used to cut his wrists was up to happenstance. Signing the paper to admit him to the hospital was all up to Brendon. Getting better is up to nobody but him.
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
- T.S. Eliot