Photograph: A Collection of Kavi, Scömìche and Pentatonix Oneshots

Warrior (Scömìche)

Based on Demi Lovato's 'Warrior'

TRIGGER WARNING
This is a story that I have never told
I gotta get this off my chest to let it go
I need to take back the light inside you stole
You're a criminal
And you steal like you're a pro

All the pain and the truth
I wear like a battle wound
So ashamed, so confused
I was broken and bruised

'Oh my... Mitch. How...' Kirstie trailed off, tears in her eyes. It was the first day of our tour, we were in our bunks on the tour bus whilst the rest of the band and crew went out for coffee, we'd just released PTX Volume 4, and Scott and I had been together for nearly a month now. But I hadn't been able to stop. I'd started because I hated being me. And I didn't hate me any more, but it was like an addiction. I couldn't stop. Every time I tried to, I'd look a razor and be so eager to see my wrists all bloody again that I'd give in.
I bit my lip and looked at the bunk above my head.
'Does Scott know?' Kirstie asked me. I stayed silent and pulled my bracelets back on and my sleeves down.
'Mitchell. Does Scott know?'
I remained silent and stared at my feet.
'Mitchell Coby...'
I cut her off. 'He knows I cut before. But... I told him...' My voice cracked and I went silent again, but Kirst knew me well enough.
'But you told him that you stopped after he found out.'
'That was about a week after we started dating and I promised him... I promised I'd never do it again. But I need to Kirstie. I need it like... like Scott needs coffee and Chris Brown needs to punch gay men.'
Kirstie giggled in spite of herself.
'You need to tell him, Mitchie.'
'I'm not telling Scott anything. I'll sort it out by myself.'
'What are you not telling me and how are you going to sort out?' came a low voice from the door. I stuck my head nervously out of my bunk and saw Scott, tired looking with three mochas on his hands. 'I left the rest of them at the café,' he explained quietly, eyes fixed on me, 'I thought I'd come back for some trio time.'
Kirstie nodded. 'Mitch?'
'Kirstie.' I said quietly.
'What is it?' My boyfriend looked concerned, and I didn't like it.

'Mitch!' I heard Kirstie yell, and I realised I'd been thinking for a long time, 'Explanation?'
Scott came over from the door looking scared and I stared at the bunk above mine. 'Michelle, tell me.'
'Or what?' I snapped, and he looked annoyed. I mumbled an apology and Kirstie spoke up.
'Or I'll tell him. Mitch, you need to stop this. It's not good and you just shouldn't, you're...'
I cut her off. 'Fine.'
Then I fell silent and pulled up by shirt sleeve, revealing the fresh scars across my left wrist and halfway up to my elbow. 'There.'
'Mitch, you told me you...'
'Well, I lied. Sorry. I just didn't want you to think I was pathetic. And no, I'm not spiralling into depression, it's just addictive, okay?'
Scott nodded slowly and Kirstie crept out. I didn't make eye contact.
'Mitch,' said Scott, 'I love you, but you can't do this any more. You're hurting yourself.'
'I know.'
'Imagine if it was me.'
'What?' I looked at him, startled.
'If I was...' He gulped, and to my shock I saw tears forming in his sea blue eyes, 'If I was doing this, you'd want me to stop. Why would you want me to?'
I gulped and felt tears forming in my own eyes. 'Because you're you. And you don't deserve pain.'
'Exactly. You don't deserve pain.'
'I do. You don't, Scott. You don't deserve pain. So this is over. I can't let you sit here and nurse me through whatever, you don't deserve pain. So can we just... not do this?'
'Mitch...'
'Leave me alone.'
'Mitchell. You don't deserve pain. I love you and you don't deserve this. Just...' He climbed in to Avi's bunk, the one level with mine on the other side, and stared at the ceiling. 'Look. Think of it this way Mitch. Every time you hurt yourself, you hurt me. Because every cut is like saying to me that I'm not good enough a boyfriend to make you feel wanted. Do you know how that feels? No. Because you're the best damn boyfriend I've ever had, and you've never made me feel unwanted, ever since we were ten. So, even if you won't stop for you, stop for me. I love you and you're hurting me, not just you. And I need you to see that.'
I clambered out of my bunk and squeezed in with Scott. 'Thanks.'
'What?' He stared at me, confused.
'Thanks. I'll try.'
He packed me on the lips, and stroked my slashed wrist gently with his fingers. 'I love you, Michelle, and don't you ever forget that.'

My first ever Scömìche fanfic! I usually stick to my OTP Kavi when I'm writing PTX stuff, but here you go. It was fun to write, I hope it's fun to read.
As ever, thanks for reading. 🎶Goodbyeeeeeee🎶