The Missing Pieces

Who I Am.

*Mitch's POV*

I wake up on the bus.

Have I been out-

I run to the bathroom and throw up.

Oh.

That happened.

I groan at my splitting headache and go to find some Ibuprofen.

I find liquid Tylenol sitting on the counter with a note.

Can't trust you with pills. Go inside when you wake up.

-Scott

I pour the liquid into the cup and drink it.

Gross.

It's not even the orange kind.

I grab my phone and walk out the door, not bothering to change.

I look at the screen and noticed that it's cracked.

Great.

I hesitantly stagger towards the door.

I still have a splitting headache.

I open the door and walk down the long hallway towards the rehearsal room.

I stop in my tracks halfway down and dart to the bathroom to empty all of the contents of my stomach.

I finish throwing up and just sit on the floor and cry.

Why am I doing this to myself?

I throw up one last time and slowly stand up.

I exit the stall and shakily walk over to the sink.

I feel so weak.

Emotionally and physically.

I eventually just fall to the floor.

I need to stop.

I must be crying pretty loud because I hear someone enter the bathroom.

"Mitch?"

It's Scott. He's gonna yell at me.

"Mitch! Oh my god, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Scott kneels down next to me and starts checking for injuries.

"Are you hurt?"

I look into his eyes.

Yes, I'm hurt. You idiot.

"Mitch, are you feeling okay?"

I try to calm my breathing down and he pulls me into his arms.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

I nod.

I have a problem.

"What kind of problem?" He asks softly, playing with my hair.

I'm depressed. I need to get out of it.

He nods. "We can do that. Together."

Can I rest?

"Yeah but you need to come practice a new arrangement we're working on." He says and takes my hand.

I stand up and walk into the practice room.

Everyone's sitting around and working on arrangements.

I sit down and everyone greets me.

We decide to run FourFiveSeconds.