#hhhh gosh i hope this makes sense tho.... i'm still kinda out of it today but i had!! feelings!!!! and needed to get them out!!!

[byanyan]

“  who the fuck did this?  ” ((BIG SISTER MODE))

injury/hurt promptsㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤㅤ" like i know the name'a every freak i get into a fight with? "ㅤthe response is heated and hostile; already agitated by the pain and bruised ego of losing in their most recent altercation, being found in such a sorry state only serves to further piss byan off. being asked who did this to them certainly doesn't make them feel any better about it, either. unconsciously, they curl in on themself where they've set up in the corner of the alley, knees drawing in toward their chest as though to protect themself, or perhaps to hide the damage that isn't the obvious bruising and blood spatter marking their face. glaring up at margaret, hand that isn't pressed to one of the larger wounds on their side clenching into a tight fist, they bare their teeth but make no move to grab for one of the numerous weapons hidden on their person.

ㅤㅤ" it don't fuckin' matter, 'm fine. won the fight anyway. "ㅤthe lie rolls off their tongue easily, though whether or not it's believable given their condition is a little more up in the air. an irritable hiss follows, growing sharper when they shift and accidentally tug on the gash along their ribcage, sending a sharp stab of pain coursing through their torso.

ㅤㅤ" —fuck! "ㅤstrangled curse escaping against their will, the teen's teeth grit and they slam their closed fist against their knee without thinking about it, an instinctive release of anger and attempt to redirect some of the sting. curling forward now so that their forehead joins the fist upon their knee, byan's shoulders rise as they inhale a deep, shaking breath in an effort to keep the fight or flight at bay. they hate this. despise it. they must look absolutely pathetic right now; cornered, bleeding and bruised and vulnerable... all things considered, they're lucky that it's only margaret who's stumbled across them and not someone whose intentions they're less certain of, but somehow being found like this by someone they know makes it all feel worse. and that fucking question... asked like this was just something that happened, like they couldn't do anything about it, couldn't take care of it themself—

no one ever asked that when it mattered. so why now? now that it's their own fault, now that they should have had it under control, now that it makes them feel weak and small to have someone express such concern—

ㅤ...now that it only adds insult to injury instead of actually providing them with the protection they once needed. of course now is when someone finally fucking asks.

ㅤㅤ" jus'— leave me alone! s'nothin'! "ㅤthey're sure the muffled shout coming from their balled up form is far from reassuring — it's certainly not as threatening as they'd like it to be, what with the vague hint of panic in their voice — but they haven't got it in themself to lift their head again. to look her in the eye again and yell at her after such a pathetic display.ㅤ" 'm fine, alright?! i got it under control! last thing i need is someone fightin' my fights for me! "