too bad

Private: I… I’m gonna… die? And when you say coming to and end I assume you mean… soon? How?

Private: There is a reason why I’m saying you shouldn’t be thinking the way you’ve been, Sebastian. 

Private: Wait. Backpedal. Now.

What do you mean you’ve seen me die?

Private: I’m a banshee, you nut. I get.. visions, of people dying if I come in contact with them and their time is coming to an end. I usually can’t prevent it because I never get enough details but with yours it was vivid. Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten close with Markus or something, I don’t know.. 

It’s better than fucking dealing with it. What does it even matter to you? If I did it again, it would just be one less person in your hair, wouldn’t it? You might actually stand a chance at being liked around here, and what a miracle that would be for you.

It matters because I’ve seen you die, you asshole! I’ve been silent for long enough about my power and it’s about damn time I tell someone when they’re about to die so they can prevent it and not be a jackass when I try to help. 

Okay, let’s get one thing straight. You literally just reminded me that I screwed up the only thing I had when apparently, you’re perfectly aware that I drank myself to oblivion back when it happened. Now you’re sitting there telling me not to do that again? You have some mixed ideals, Miss Wilde. And for the record, you said it yourself, I screwed things up with Markus already. 

Yes I get it I’m a bitch with double standards but I told you what I told you because you shouldn’t do it again. Yes, you fucked things up with your little blonde boytoy but that doesn’t mean you should just. give up. So what if he doesn’t talk to you ever again? That doesn’t mean you should drink yourself into oblivion again. 

I haven’t touched many drinks since, Kitty Cat, though your concern is flattering, if not a little scary. Though that was kind of the point at the time.

...Sebastian you really shouldn’t think about that kind of stuff. It’s.. not okay. What about Markus? 

I do know my limits, I just decided to ignore them in that instance. And I was always going to screw it up. It’s what I do. So sorry, Kitty, but that was a failed blow. 

You can’t just ignore your limits. Especially when it comes to substance abuse. God knows that stuff can kill you and I’d rather not think about that. 

No. Nick sending me a hot, cheesy, stringy pizza is the best thing to happen to me in my broodiness. Talking to you is the most annoying. I know you’re not the brightest crayon in the box, but come on, ‘best’ and ‘annoying’ don’t even have a single letter in common. How can you get those mixed up?

Says the one who not only doesn’t know his limits but also managed to screw up the one thing that made him happy. Sucks, doesn’t it? I at least know when to stop being such a dick. 

I wish. It would get me out of this already painful conversation. 

Please. Talking to me is probably the best thing to happen to you in your broodiness. 

Someone should buy me pizza. Something hot and stringy and full of fat because I feel like shit and I don’t want to get up.

Oh, boo hoo. Get it yourself. Or did you drink yourself into another coma? 

Well hey, if it was a mask, at least I could remove it. You’re stuck with that mug of yours forever. Having an ugly interior will only make you ugly on the outside, hon, and I’d say you’ve got, oh… a couple months tops before you’re full on creature from the black lagoon bad.

Oh, was that supposed to hurt? I’ve pretty sure I’ve gotten laid more times than you have in a long time so apparently this “ugly mug” of mine is doing something right. 

All I heard throughout that entire little whine there was “woe is me”. Cry baby doesn’t look good on you, honey.

Oh I’m sorry- were you speaking? I thought that trap you call a face was a mask with a voicebox. That doesn’t look good on you either. 

Breaks are there for a reason. I mean, we’re required a break so we don’t overwork, right? So maybe that’s what happened. Have you got a change of clothes? Maybe you could take your break a little later and go and pick some up…

I left work- I don’t particularly care if I get fired or not. I tried to do a nice thing and hell broke lose all over my clothes, so. Oh well.

Do you need me to bring you a change of clothes or anything? I think it’s noble that you were working through your break.

Noble is a bullshit compliment but thanks anyways. No, I’m fine. I left. If the bossman comes in and I’m not there I’ll just say it burned me more than it actually did.

Oh, dear. Are you alright? Would you like me to drop by and hand you some fresh clothes? I imagine you’d rather not work the rest of your hours with sticky coffee-stained clothes. 

I’m fine. Or at least I will be. I ended up leaving anyways. Thanks though.