Evan x Gregory!!

10.

Evan's POV

I wake up in the middle of the night, gasping for air. The nightmares are becoming more frequent. I look over at Gregory, whose slightly drooling and has his shirt off. It is hot in here..

I roll my eyes at his drool and stand up. I throw off my shirt, sweat coating my body. I let out a quiet sigh of relief at the air hitting my sweating body. I looked down at the scars on my torso and arms and frown, before staring at my stomach. I walk to my full-length mirror and stare. For a while.

I wish I could look better. I wish I didn't have so many scars, but then again it isn't my fault.

...

Is it?

...

I run my hand over my stomach, scrunching my nose. The sight of my body makes me want to throw up. But nothing would come up. I swallow hard, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the scars on my chest. I glance back to Gregory. He's still sleeping, oblivious to what's happening.

I wish I could be more like him. Or, rather, more to his liking. I wish I was skinnier... looked better, less girly hips and more 'manliness' as Michael and Father say. I wish I had more confidence. I wish I wasn't so weak and I could do sports.

Like a real man.

Next thing I know its 15 minutes later. I have an urge. I walk into my connected bathroom and close the door, but forget to lock it.

Bad move.

I open the last drawer from under the sink and move a hair brush out of the way. I stare at the small blade. I grab it with shaky hands and close the drawer. I sit down on the toilet and shut my eyes, swiping the blade across my stomach. Stinging spreads over my torso and it hurts, but it feels so good.

I repeat this until my stomach has a bunch of red lines on it. I stand up and look in the mirror. I almost smile. Don't do that, Evan. That's psychotic.

I shut my eyes again and swipe the blade across my wrist, deeper than intended. Blood gushes from the cut, trickling down into my palm and between my fingers. A knock on the door brings me back to reality.

"Evan, what are y—" Gregory cuts himself off when he opens the door and sees me. His face contorts to horror and he stares at my body and wrists.

Cliffhanger...