"You should every sign of an abuser, And I don't give a shit! You're the kind of guy who'd choke me goodnight. The kind of boy to walk in on me cutting myself and take the razor and do it for me! I don't want a boyfriend to marry. I want a boyfriend who can help me plan my own suicide! And you're that boy, Jimmy! And I need you BAD!" You cried out. As you set the bottle of Mouthwash down. Spitting the foam out.

"Bitch! You need therapy!" Jimmy said with a side glare of concern. Not for you... For himself.

He then turns away. Scooting casually away from you. Holding a cigarette in hand as he glares off.

"... Jimmy?" You'd hum out between your lips. Cocking your head over.

"Please don't look at me... With your... Disturbing orbs for eyes..." He's hiss from his teeth. "Please... They're unsettling as hell."