Camisado || Brallon

These words are knives

Dallon's POV:

Everyone was disappointed that I was back. I'm disappointed that I'm back. I was careful to make sure I wasn't caught.

At least I still had one friend here.

"Hey Tyler."

"Dallon?" Tyler says turning around, "What are you doing back?"

"I honestly don't know. I was so careful not to get caught."

"Was it Brendon again?"

I nod my head.

"I'm telling you forget how good looking he is he's just ruining your progress. How much do you weigh?"

"143 pounds."

"Are you just throwing up or are you starving yourself too?"

"Just throwing up."

"Well maybe you should start starving yourself. That's what I do I haven't gained a pound in months."

"Are they letting you weigh yourself again?" I asked.

"No but I'm peeking at the chart."

"I should've known. I'm just going to pretend I'm still clean so I can get out of here fast."

"Good luck with that they're getting stricter. This new girl snuck in the staff bathroom after dinner to you know what."

"Really? What's her name? Who is she?"

"That thin one over there," Tyler pointed, "her name is Sarah."

"Are Iero and Gioia still here?"

"Frank Iero got discharged last week but Frank Gioia is still here."

"Are they still together?"

"Iero calls Gioia all the time and he even visited once. We all know him and Iero fu-"

"Me and Iero did what?" Frank asks.

"Fuckedinthevisitingroom," Tyler says really fast so that we can't understand what he said.

"We did not,"

"Says the man that painted himself purple during art therapy."

Frank punches Tyler in the arm.

"Hey no hitting," Ray says.

Ray is one of the staff members that work at the hospital.

"Rayyyy did you miss me?" I ask.

"Not at all. What are you doing back here?"

"Stupid paranoid friends," I say.

"Mhm I'm sure they were."

"I can tell you're being sarcastic."

"Mhm I'm sure you can."

"I can."

"Okay well it's dinner time so wash your hands and get lined up."

"But I don't want to eat," Tyler whines.

"It's okay Tyler we all know you won't. That just means we'll have to pump food into you," Ray says.

"Fuck off."

"Language."

"I'm 29 fucking years old. I can fucking swear whenever the hell I want to bitch."

"Oooh," me and Frank say.

"Alright get in line guys."