my "friend"

7

I came to school today without Marco, I was just worried another incident like yesterday would arise.

Unfortunately 3 hours of school and I ran back home, hoping Marco isn't having a  mental breakdown or worse, suicidal thoughts again.

when I got home I ran to my room and saw Marco,  laying in the same position, he slept soundlessly for the rest of the night.
I thought that he was feeling better, but he looked really tired, I didn't want to disturb him, so I left him alone.
i went out to buy a bottle of strawberry milk.  When I got back Marco was already awake.

I asked, "are you ok?"

He replied, "I'll get a haircut tomorrow."
"you don't look very well,"  I said honestly.
Marco shook his head, he seemed very gloomy today, I could guess that he was probably having a rough morning.  I asked carefully, "so… why have you been staying away from school?"

he whispered, "the monster."

I had a bad feeling about this. "and what's the monster, Marco?" I asked.

"that bastard!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, "he hurt me!"
I sighed in frustration, he has gone and done it again! I was just hoping it wasn't violent as yesterday.

I held Marco tightly, I hushed him. To be honest, I don't think I can continue to help Marco. it's getting exhausting to look after Marco,  because I'm constantly scared that he'll try to cut himself, or do something else that is gonna harm himself.

then I saw blood seeping through his sleeve, I asked loudly, "did you...  do this again?!"
Marco nodded.
he said sadly, "I want to leave.. I don't wanna live anymore."

Then I ended up getting the case of word vomit, I blurted out, "Marco! looking after you is fucking exhausting! it's fucking exhausting! I am scared to go to school because knowing you, you would cut yourself or kill yourself! I can't help you if you're not telling me what's going on!"

Marco got up and he left the room.