If This Was a Movie, I'd be Dead by Now

I woke up a few hours later to a knock on my door. The door opened slowly and Dravin walked in. I sat up
"Hey, sorry if I woke you" he whispered.
"It's all good" I replied. He handed me a glass of water and a plate of two pieces of toast on it.
"You need to eat something," he said. I was too tired to argue so I ate it. It was actually pretty good even though there was only butter on it. I crawled onto his lap and he held me tight.
"I'm sorry" I mumbled.
"It's okay" he replied.
"Dravin, will you sing to me?" Dravin had the voice of an angel. He would always sing to me when I came home from school crying or something happened between me and my mom.
"Of course," he said. He started Smashing Pumpkins "Disarm".

Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

I loved this song. It had always been my favorite Smashing Pumpkins song. He rocked me back and forth as he sang.

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you

I was almost asleep again by the time he finished the song. Out of nowhere Vic popped into my head. I was pretty sure he hated me and thought I was a freak now. I had to know if he did.
"Does Vic hate me?" I asked.
"Why would he hate you?" Dravin responded.
"Because I'm a freak," I said plainly.
"Celosia, you are not a freak and Vic doesn't hate you or think you're a freak" I wasn't sure if I should believe him or not.
"Whatever" I didn't want any lies.
"I swear it's the fucking truth" he seemed a bit angry.
"Can we talk about this later. I'm really tired" I could barely keep my eyes open.
"Fine" he sighed.
"Thank you" We played down. He laid on his back so I curled up in a ball against his chest.
"Goodnight Sissy," he said.
"Goodnight" I mumbled before falling asleep.

Notes

Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been pretty busy