My Twisted Life (Scömìche)

Chapter One: Why

       Scott was awoken by a loud beeping. Time to go to work. He went to get out of bed but there were tiny arms holding onto him. “Mitch I gotta get ready for work” Scott tried to push him off but he wouldn't budge. “Nuh uh” Mitch said with his groggy morning voice.

“Yes I do sleepy-head.” Scott relaxed and turned to face Mitch.

“Come on we can cuddle when I get back!” Mitch opened his eyes and pouted.

“But that’s a long time away!”  Scott rolled his eyes and tried to get up again. This time the small boy surrendered.

“No it's not, you’ll be fine.” Mitch pooched his bottom lip out.

“Okay, fine.” Mitch said crossIng his arms like a 5 year old.

Scott walked out of the room and into the bathroom to shower. When he was done he got dressed and started getting ready to go. He fixed his hair, and decided to stop on the way to work to get food. He packed his lunch and said goodbye to Mitch before walking out the front door, after grabbing his jacket. Getting in his car, he sat his stuff in the passenger side and started it up. He drove to the nearest McDonald's and got his breakfast. Then, headed to work. When he got there he greeted everyone and started to work. He went to take a drink at a fountain during break but nothing came out. So, he went to the bathroom and turned on the sink but there was no water so he told his boss. They were sent home early because the pipes were frozen. He got into his car and drove home.

    Scott walked into the apartment. He closed the door quietly, thinking Mitch was still asleep. It was only 11:00, no way would his best friend be up already. He opened the bedroom door and his jaw dropped. Mitch was sitting on the bed with no pants on and his sleeves rolled up. There were hundreds of cuts covering his arms and legs. Mitch looked up and turned a light shade of white. Tears stained his cheeks and blood was dripping down his arms and legs.

“Mitch?” Scott said quietly.

“Um… why r u home early?” Mitch said whipping the blood up with a rag and pulling his sleeves down.  He pulled the comforter over his legs.

“No, why did u do this?” Scott walked over to him. Mitch just looked at him. He looked down at his hands and a tear dropped from his face. Scott sat on the bed beside him and hugged him close. Mitch finally broke down and cried heavily into Scott’s chest.  

“Why Mitch? How long have you been doing this?”  Mitch whipped a tear off his cheek.

“Since high school…” He answered.  Scott stood

“Why would you do this?” his voice started to raise “you know if you need anything I’m always here. I thought I knew everything about you! What else haven’t you told me?!” Mitch was taken back. Why is he so angry?

"If only you knew!" Mitch stood in front of him. Blood was still pouring from the the cuts down his legs so he put on pants.

"If only I knew what? Please Mitch... if u don't tell me how am I supposed to help?"

"If you knew why I did this, you would leave... and never come back. I would lose the most important thing I have..." his voice trailed off.

"And what is that?" Scott asked. Both of there voices getting very quiet.

"You."

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Sorry this chapter is short... there aren't many in this small book so I wanted to spread them out a little. I will publish the next chapter sometime this week. Thanks for reading! I love y'all!