The Isle of Flightless Birds

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Tony

I stood in front of my full length mirror completely naked with my bedroom door locked. I frown as I trace my fingertips over the many scars on my stomach, legs, and wrists. I used to cut a lot through my teenage years, specifically ages 14 through 17. Here I am now. 24, living with my roommate Josh and at the happiest I've probably even been since I was a kid. Sure I still go through depression, I even sometimes relapse and start cutting myself, but I'm overall a happy person now. 

I smile weakly to myself and go to grab an outfit. I ended up with a white shirt with a rainbow heart on it (I got it a the pride parade in June!), black skinny jeans, pink socks, my shit ton of bracelets, and my clear contacts. I was born with astigmatism but I hated how I looked in glasses. 

I look back at the mirror and groan quietly to myself. My hair was awful! I had to drag a brush through that. That's one of the bad things about having hair almost down to my ass. Despite my hair being fucking majestic, it's a handful. I spray it with some off-brand detangler spray and try to drag my brush through it. 

I gave up brushing my hair halfway through and looked in the mirror again. It looked decent enough. I thought something looked off about my outfit though and something snapped in my brain. "My choker!" I said to myself while hurriedly walking over to my nightstand to grab my silk choker. It was all black and nothing special but I liked it. 

Finally I unlocked my door and headed out to find my roommate which would probably be downstairs eating breakfast. I made my way down the stairs of the two floor apartment and slid into the kitchen on the wood floors (I was still in my pink socks since we kept our shoes on a rug by the door). 

I frown to see Josh sitting down eating his breakfast with a blackened eye and a bandage over his left cheek. I just remembered him getting into a fight yesterday because someone was yelling about me being a "fag" and how I was going to hell. I begged him not to but he did. 

"Hey, Joshy.." I said quietly as I sat down in front of him at the kitchen table. He looked up from his cereal and smiled at me. His smile was great, and very contagious so I couldn't help but smile back. "Hey Twiggy." He greeted before taking another bite of his cereal. 

I was chuckling at the nickname he called me. He called me "Twiggy" because it's a nickname I got my senior year in high school after losing a bunch of weight and hitting my growth spurt. Another one was String Bean but he didn't use it often. 

"You okay? It looks like it hurt." Without thinking I let my hand reach over the table and my thumb lightly rubbed at his black eye. He flinched backwards and I quickly pulled my hand back. "S-Sorry.." 

He blushed and shook his head. "No, no it's fine I just wasn't expecting it. It doesn't hurt that bad. That dude I fought last night had a weak punch." He reassured me. God he's always looking out for me but never himself. 

"I'm just worried about you, Josh." I sighed, resting my cheek on my fist. "You're constantly getting into fights over me and you never take care of yourself! You're going to get seriously hurt one day and I don't want to lose you.." 

Tears were filling in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. He frowned at me. "Tony.. I'm sorry." He apologized, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. "I'll try not to fight as much anymore.." 

I smiled and hugged him back, huffing quietly. I begrudgingly pulled away from the hug and smiled at him. "Best Bros Forever?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear. He grinned back. "Best Bros Forever." 

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