Pentatonix one-shots

The Drug In Me Is You: Part 1

Mitch Pov;
"Go back to the mental hospital, freak!"
"Why are you here?! You don't belong here!"
"Go away, gaybie! No one wants you!"
Things like this and many more get shouted my way all day at school, most I can ignore, but some hurt me enough where I run and go to the bathroom to cut myself... I've been put in countless hospitals to try to help me with my mental illnesses, but none of them have helped, but only made me worse. My parents often wonder if I will ever be the same again, but I don't know why they bother with me, I am a lost cause, gone forever, they should just leave it. But they say they love me too much, that they want to help me, but there is no help for people who's as crazy and fucked up as I am.
I listened as people chattered about some new kid that was coming, that he was as crazy as the Grassi kid who never talks. I didn't believe it, but something inside of me hoped that someone was coming that understood what I was going through, I mean yes, my friends Kirstie, Avi, and Kevin helped me with my issues...but I want someone who KNOWS what I suffer with, someone that can fight with me, just someone who can help me and I can help them.

"U-Um..who is this person y-y'all are talking about..?" I said softly.

"His name is Scott Hoying, and he's a psycho gaybie like you are! Maybe you two could date and go die together!" One boy laughed.
I sighed and hid inside of my oversized hoodie, well, I knew the boy's name, and that I may have a chance with him, but who knows, maybe he won't talk to anyone, maybe he won't like me, maybe...he may never make it here... I shook the thought from my mind and got on my phone, looking up on Instagram "Scott Hoying" leading me to a cute blonde with semi long hair that kind of went over his eyes. But man, was the boy skinny, I mean I'm skinny but I think he may weight less than me! And I only weigh 85 pounds! (Which to me is still chubby. Ugh.) but I would see if I could get a conversation going between us.

@mitchgrassi:"Hi! I didn't mean to interrupt your day but I just wanted to say you're adorable! Stay strong sweetie💕"
As I was waiting to see if he would respond to me I looked through his page, and what I found was heartbreaking, members of his family caused him to become suicidal and caused him to start cutting himself, not to mention he had Anorexia and got abused sometimes at home. It broke my heart, a sweet boy like him going through all this though it wasn't his fault, it's sad. One of his post's said;
"I can't go on living like this,
It all hurts,
My parents hate me,
They never wanted me,
Much less cared,
I am a lost angel,
Just wanting to go home,
And tonight,
I may just go home."
I gasped softly at the comment, I knew what he was speaking of, he wanted to kill himself, I knew those kinds of posts all to well, I've wrote many myself.
@scotthoying:
"Mother, father, tell me where have you been.
It's been hell not having you here, I've missed you so bad.
I hope you know that your baby boy has changed, turned into a monster.
Who never eats,
Rarely sleeps,
And has arms that look like someone lashed them all up.
I wonder if you would miss me if I was gone.."
As I finished looking at his posts I got a reply;

@scotthoying:"Thank you! And I must say, you're pretty cute yourself😏 maybe we can start talking?"
I smiled and started to think of what he would be like when he got here, it was an interesting thing to me, and I had no clue why.

@mitchgrassi:"Sure! That sounds awesome! I'll DM you in a min☺️"

@scotthoying:"😻💗"
I giggled and sent him a DM (Direct Message);

From @mitchgrassi:"So, I heard you're coming to my school?😏"
*ping!*
@scotthoying:"Arlington High? Yes, I am coming, in about a week, or whenever I get out of this psycho trap..😔"
I frowned and was consented to give him a hug.
@mitchgrassi:"Awwww...but I know the feeling, I've been in too many to know..😶"