Tw:self harm,swearing,mention of bruises
Hi! Little thing from the author, this is not how self harm should be handled and do not make the person promise not to,it's not that easily fixed. Also I am here for anyone who needs it
It was hard, he constantly felt like shit. The bruises were taking so long to heal, and they ached with every moment. Skating was the one of the only thing keeping him alive. The second thing was cutting. He cut deep. Scaring deep. It made him feel so good. It brought a smile to his lips.
But it's summer and almost 101 degrees and wearing a hoodie isn't fun in the blaring heat. Fuckshit looks over at Stevie "Jesus kid take the fucking hoodie off" he says before kicking his board up. Ray nods "yea sunburn you gotta be dying" he says with a laugh. Ruben looks up before looking back at his shoes. "Nah I am good" Stevie says before trying to do an Ollie.
Which of course fails and he falls hard. "Hah!" Fuckshit laughs and fourth grade giggles from the other side of the concrete. "Fuck- you good sunburn?"ray asks pulling him up. Stevie sleeve falls down which makes him jerk his arm back. "Yea-" he says before getting caught off. "Why'd you move your hand so fast- what is he like acid of some shit" Ruben pipes up "wait- you faggot,you're cutting yourself aren't you? Like a fucking fag" he says with a laugh "shit the fuck up" Stevie snaps feeling his heart rate sped up.
"That shit ain't funny"fourth grade snaps making Ruben shut up. Fuckshit kicks his board up and wraps an arm around Stevie "let's get you in the AC sunburn" he says pulling him by the shoulders. Stevie leans into him,he truly loved fuckshit like a brother. Fourth grade goes to follow but ray stops him "he needs to talk with Stevie" he says before putting his board back down.
Stevie shakes his leg up and down refusing to look at fuck shit. The long haired boy lights a cigarette. "Sunburn talk to me" he says leaning back. "About? I am fine" he lies looking up. "Alright then.." he says before lunging forward and pulling the boys sleeves up. "Hey!" Stevie yelps "fuck- those are deep"he mutters "I-I am not a faggot" Stevie whispers "ok? Fuck that shit I don't care what you are Kay? You can't do this shit" he says handing the cigarette to Stevie
"I am sorry" he whispers and quickly wipes his eyes. "Nah, don't be" fuckshit says "Ruben a jackass" he whines before taking the cigarette from Stevie which gets a whine from the younger "shush bitch" fuckshit snaps. "Sorr- I mean Kay" he mumbles "you're not gonna cut tonight right?" He asks sitting back "no?" Stevie says unsure "swear you won't, I don't really care but I can't loose ya kid" Stevie nods with a smile "alright come on we gotta get back out there but- "he says and walking to the cabinet and pulls out arm gloves "here take the hoodie off." Stevie giggles and smiles happily
