Tough Little Boys Alternate Kevin/Rick

Gabriel continued in a soft soothing voice, stroking Angel's hair.
"Now you wait,
Like the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on
For so long
And oh,
How it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone,
It's so wrong, it's so wrong...."

Angel nodded, his head on Gabriel's chest.
This was their song....

Gabriel kissed his jaw and went on.
"If I could take you somewhere, I'd take you to the darkest place,
scatter you in art forms, admire the whore
beauty in different ways, your hands on picture frames
your eyes in the glass wear your face as a mask

Now they are starting to love you more
a gallery of your beauty, no charge at the door."

Angel's eyes slipped shut, the words melting into his brain, sinking in and staying there.
He was cold...He was chilled...
But not because the room was not warm.

"As you wait,
Like the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on
For so long
And oh,
How it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone,
It's so wrong, it's so wrong...."

Angel nodded, his hand resting on his stomach.
"So, So wrong..."

"And down below your veins run dry, your vacant eyes
I lost control your face is pale, your body's cold
And down below your veins run dry, your vacant eyes
I lost control your face is pale, your body's cold
Wait,
Like the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on
For so long
And oh,
How it hurts in the worst way, now that you're gone,
It's so wrong, it's so wrong...
So wrong.."
He finished with a soft kiss to Angel's lips.

Angel snored softly, silently. He moved none, he was peaceful, the voices gone for the moment.

Gabriel smiled down at him as he continued humming quietly to keep the voices quiet.

Angel slept and he slept and he slept, not waking until the humming ceased.

Gabriel didn't stop for a good four hours, constantly making some sort of noise until he himself got tired.

Angel got up and padded around the home, the voices came back and he found him a bar of soap, going into the kitchen and scrubbing his hands.

Gabriel slept soundly, snoring rather loudly..

Angel hummed softly, scrubbing away germs...and skin....and blood...

A few hours later Gabriel woke with a groan, stumbling into the living room tiredly.

Angel was still at it, washing away most of the skin from his hands, if not cleaning the skin until it turned colors...

"Angel what are you doing?" Gabriel sighed, taking the rag from him.

And looked around, when in this state you couldnt ask concrete questions.
He would answer them.
"Im standing next to the sink, looking at you and talking to you with a baby in my belly and my hands bleeding."

"What did you do to make your hands bleed....?" He sighed.

"I washed them really good with a rag."
If you ask him concrete things or tell him thinks like....
Dont cry over spilled milk, he would get a rag and look for milk.
If you told him to watch his back, he would stand between to mirrors and do just that.

"Don't do that okay? Go wash the blood off and bandage up your hands..."

"Kay." Angel padded off.
He was like a clock.
At three, the voices were there.
Between three and four, Paranoid personality, feeling that everyone and everything is against him when in reality this is not true.
Four and five Schizoid Personality, he is apathetic to others and has no desire to socialize.
Five to six Antisocial personality he starts avoiding people.
Six to seven Borderline personality his has erratic emotions and things relating to people
Seven to eight Avoidant personality disorder, he has a fear of taking risks,he is gullible, hyper-sensitive, avoids all things that include social interaction.
Eight to nine Dependent personality disorder, due to neglect he is needy, has been abandoned and he feels it will happen again.
nine to ten Obsessive-compulsive personality, he has an anxiety disorder, repetitive, compelling thoughts and obsessions concerning things that aren’t reality in his case cleaning things that are already clean
ten to eleven Schizoaffective disorder, he has both schizophrenia and other mood or affective disorders such as bipolar disorder.
eleven to twelve Panic disorder, an anxiety disorder characterized by recurring severe panic attacks.
Twelve to one Post-traumatic stress disorder, a severe anxiety disorder that can develop after exposure to any event that results in psychological traum
One to two Insomnia, he cant sleep and wont sleep many times if he can help it, dreams haunt him.
But he stays on three a good bit...

Gabriel followed him, watching to besure he didn't hurt himself any more.

Angel was talking to himself...
"Nope, its my baby."
"Gabriel said not to."
"I hope not..."
"I think he will be a good daddy!"
"Leave me alone."
"Dnot say that..."
"I-I love him though...."
He held his head, smearing blood from his hands across his face.

GAbriel sighed.
"Don't listen to those voices babe. Voices, whatever your names are, shut up." He nodded.