Mr. Perfect {Mewgulf}

Trauma

(There is some pretty intense stuff in this chapter... Sad. I'll put an overview of it at the end for those of you who don't want to read it.)

No one's P.O.V

When Gulf's dad picked him up later, he noticed how flustered Gulf looked, although he thought it was because he was embarrassed, getting detention for something as small as zoning out. "You ok?" His dad asked, looking at Gulf worriedly. He nodded mutely, not trusting his voice quite yet.

When they got home, his dad pulled him to the couch and sat down with him. "Listen, I know that this is frustrating, but it's gonna be ok. I do have to admit, your zoning out is getting a lot worse... You seem really distant. Did something happen?" Gulf shook his head. "No, nothing happened." His dad sighed. 

"Look, I know you aren't going to like this, but I-I found someone..." Gulf slowly backed away from his dad, hoping he didn't mean what he was thinking. "As in..." His dad nodded, not letting Gulf finish. "I's dating someone Gulf." 

No matter how hard Gulf tried, he couldn't stop his thoughts from going back to his mother... How he had been in the car with her when she died... 

*Flashback*

"Honey, you're going to have so much fun there, I promise." The 11 year old Gulf looked at his mom and pouted. "Do we really have to go?" She nodded, smiling at him through the mirror. "Trust me Gulfie. I know this is going to be weird, and you won't know people, but you're a strong boy, and I know you will do great. Making New friends can be fun."

Gulf turned the opposite way, not wanting to go to the meet and greet for his new school. "Everyone is new to me though..." She sighed, turning around for a split second to ruffle his hair. "I'll be here with you always, don't worry-" 

"MOM LOOK OUT!"

*End of flashback*

Time had slowed for Gulf as he watched the semi truck crash into the hood of the car, his mom's head banging against the wheel. His vision became fuzzy as he himself banged his head against the car window as the car flipped over.

Everything else was a blur. The blaring of sirens in the distance, getting pulled out from underneath the smashed car, the tears streaming down his face as he watched his mom get pulled into a different ambulance... Blood pooling from her head, arms, and legs... Shards of glass stuck in his own flesh...

His dad rushing into the room where he was and holding him, sobbing his eyes out...

"Where's mom?" He remembered rasping out, still in pain and sleepy from the medications. He remembered the defeated and confused look on his dad's face... He already knew what was coming, but it still broke him...

"I'm so sorry Gulf... I'm so sorry..." His dad was sobbing through his words, but Gulf didn't want to believe it... "No, stop joking around!" He tried to get up but a sharp pain in his side stopped him from doing so. "Gulf... listen to me, we're going to be ok, I'll be here for you... I love you..." His eyes had widened as it completely sunk in. His mom was gone... And never going to come back...

"Gulf, come back to me. Hey, it's ok." Gulf snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at his dad, tears streaming down his face. "No. It's not ok. I'm not ok."

He got up and went to his room, flopping on his bed and sobbed, thinking about his mom's smiling face before she died. "She died... Because of me..." He whimpered. She had been looking at him when the truck had hit them. Not paying attention to him because of his selfishness... 

"Gulf's it's not your fault..."

His dad had said after the accident, when he had arrived home. He had been silent... He didn't talk for about a month after it had happened. Too traumatized to speak. The image of his bloody, mangled mother stuck in his brain.

He slowly felt himself drift to sleep, tired from everything...

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The next morning he woke up to the sound of his alarm, dried tears on his face. He got up and went to the bathroom, splashing water on his face and shaking his head, getting rid of the negative thoughts stuck in his brain. "Not right now..." He mumbled to himself, not wanting to be so distant at school.

He distracted his mind, thinking about the events from yesterday, causing him to blush. "Will that happen every day?" He muttered to himself, slightly hopeful but not wanting to overstep. "Dad, I'm gonna walk to school today." He said as he walked out the door, not waiting for his dad to respond. 

Sometimes, when he was stressed or in a bad place, he would go outside and breathe in the fresh air. It helped him go back to his normal self. 

When he got to school, he walked inside and started heading to his first class, which he was late too. "Hey, Gayboy!" Well, I guess he's gonna be even more late... "What do you want San?" He asked, turning around with an annoyed look on his face. He was already stressed enough, and didn't need San to make it worse. 

San walked over to him and pushed him against the wall, pinning him there. "Oh come on... Don't talk back to me like that." Gulf rolled his eyes, pushing San off of him. "Seriously, go away." He turned around and continued walking, but he figured that was a bad move, since he was once again shoved against the locker, a punch landing on his jaw.

He groaned in pain as San landed another punch, this time to his cheek. Gulf was too tired to fight back, he took punch after punch after punch. Once San started this kind of thing, there wasn't any use trying to stop him... Everyone in the school knew how San was, no one wanted to piss him off. He was kinda like the bully of the school, but he had never been physically violent with anyone, other than Gulf. 

Usually, when this kind of thing happened, San blamed it on his anger issues, but no matter what the excuse was, getting punched was painful.

San finally let Gulf go and watched him slide onto the ground, leaning his head against the locker and his face covered in blood and bruises. "How the fuck are you still hot, even when you're covered in bruises??" San asked incredulously. Gulf sighed, knowing what San was most likely going to be doing next. 

He pulled Gulf up and began dragging him in the direction of the bathroom. Gulf couldn't help but cry... Hating the things he knew San would do to him if he made it to his destination. With the strength he had left, he pushed San off of him and sprinted down the hallway, escaping into Mew's classroom and hiding behind his desk. 

Mew was the only person in the room, thank goodness. Mew looked down at him in surprise, but it turned to worry when he saw Gulf's face. "Please, don't tell him I'm here..." He whimpered, curling up when he heard San's voice. "Hey, have you seen Gulf? He was supposed to be helping me with my literature assignment." Mew shook his head. "No, I haven't. Sorry." San let out an annoyed groan and walked out of the room, closing it behind him. 

Mew got up and locked the door, then walked back over to Gulf, who was sobbing under his desk.