Tate Langdon / Evan Peters One Shots

Weak

TW: Self harm, mentions of suicide

(pre-Tate's death)

Tate's POV

"Oh look, he even has scars on his arms!" One of the school-boys sneer at me, "this idiot is just so fucking desperate for attention that he's willing to cut himself up, huh?"

I attempt to remove my arm from his grasp, as I'm sat on the sidewalk in the middle of all these guys, the guys who torment me every single day. His grip was too strong, so my arm remained in the air, my self-harm scars visible to all of these guys, who simply point and laugh.

"That's not it," I mutter softly, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.

One of the boys lands a swift kick to my ribcage, causing me to groan in pain, "stop fucking talking!" He yells, repeating his previous action.

"Stop," I begin to cry, "please just stop, just for right now... please."

The first guy drops my arm, looking down at me on the ground with disdain, "such a fucking pussy."

"What, you gonna go home and cut yourself?" The guy standing next to him sneers, "do everyone a favor and kill yourself this time."

The first of the two boys standing and observing approaches me, bending down to my level. He smirks at me before tangling his fist into my hair, forcing me to look up at him through my watery eyes. He draws his free hand back, fisting it and punching me on my jaw, hard. I was already bleeding from repeated kicks, but now there was a cut on my cheek from this asshole's stupid class ring, that blood began to drip out of.

"Nice!" The final boy shouts, high-fiving the kid who just sucker punched me, before grabbing ahold of one of my arms, turning it so that my scars were visible.

I try to pull away, but it was no use, these guys were determined to torment me.

He uses his nails, with as much force as possible, to scratch down my entire arm. He meaningfully opens some of my old wounds, creating new skin irritation and bleeding from the scratch marks he just inflicted.

"To add to your collection," the first boy spits, aggressively pushing me back onto the cold pavement of the sidewalk, my head slamming against the concrete aggressively.

"I guess we'll stop now..." I hear one of them say as I bring my hands to hold my pounding head, attempting to ease the pain in it due to being smacked against the concrete.

"Only for now." Another adds as my head rings, before the four boys walk away, leaving me beaten and bloody on this fucking sidewalk.

All I was fucking doing was walking to Y/N's house, to see her. Nobody at school cared for me very much, especially the douche-bag jock boys who think they're the ringleaders of our high school just because they play football, and date cheerleaders.

I don't need cheerleaders, and I've never liked any of the girls at school... that is, until Y/N came around. She moved into the house right next to mine, I was on my way across the yard when these assholes pulled up on their bikes, ready to torment me. If I would've left five minutes earlier, I'd be fine.

These guys make me feel worthless, and although Y/N is the only one who can make me feel better right now, I just want to go into my room, cut, and cry.

I pick myself back up onto my feet, pivoting so I'm again facing the direction of my front door, and not Y/N's. She was expecting me, but I'll just give her a call in a short while and tell her that I'm running late. Y/N is very gentle and kind, she won't give me a hard time for being a few minutes late to see her.