#turnwell

boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii this was a challenge and i love how i said i was going to do short instagram like edits. but i’m way to use to the youtube style. And welp, while the audio could use more work (tbh im not the best at audio)  but i. would. die. for how emo this made me. wyatt will do anything for his family and he’ll never abandon them whether they’re good or evil or if he is. 

but hey this was made for the amazing @turnwell at request from THIS POST. I will be getting to the rest but it may take me a lil bit to do. 

nah

          “   look  at  me,  i’m  not  even  listening  to  a  word  you’re  saying.   ”

“ Yeah, sure. ”  Eyes rolling with a bitter grimace on his mouth. His fingers 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 around a burning cold bag of frozen peas that were pressed against his shoulder. Wyatt tried to cool the searing scorch wound on his skin as the air in the room got denser and denser. It felt like a blanket of wet sand slamming down on his chest, making it impossible to breathe while he sat against the back of a couch.

The day was weaning away, letting silver and orange flickers of light peer through the heavy curtains that covered the street. The burn on his shoulder was seeping with fresh blood each time he moved the cold bag. But he couldn’t let it sit ─ couldn’t let it 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻. Because without that coolness reaching his skin, the pain would only get more harsh.

Chris kept pushing him to get it healed, to go to their aunt to fix it and take away all the discomfort he was in from a demon that got far too close. But Wyatt only pushed back, saying he ‘ couldn’t get her involved ’, that it’d only make things worse. And that he was completely and totally fine. But he wasn’t, at least, not where guilt was concerned.

In a way, he wanted to feel this agony, this haunting torture that would only stop when the wound finally healed. He 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳 it. But somehow, it wasn’t enough.  “ I’ll just pretend like the past few days never happened. We’ll go back to normal. Peyton isn’t traumatised by what I did. It’ll be just like last Tuesday at dinner─hey, do you think Mom will make her pot roast again? ”

I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN I CALLED IT