Secret Admirer- Vance Hopper

There will be blood

I got to the shithole- I mean, school kinda early. I need to talk to Y/n about yesterday. The halls were mostly empty with a very few students wandering about. I sighed when I got to my locker, mentally preparing myself for a new note or whatever these are. I opened my locker, ignoring the piece of paper that fell to the floor. I grabbed what I needed, closed my locker and picked up the note.
         
                                   "Why do you care so much about Y/n?"

I crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash. I don't have the energy for this shit. I headed to my first class, Y/n is supposed to be there by now. Or so I thought. As I rounded the corner, I saw Moose. He had Y/n pinned to the lockers. They were obviously uncomfortable in his presence. I walked closer to hear what bs he was telling Y/n. "Come on, babe, I just wanna see that pretty ass of yours." My blood boiled. I was about to stomp him to his grave, until Y/n, who was trying to push him off until this moment, kicked him in the side of the head, making him collide with the floor. I stopped in my tracks, watching in shock. Y/n twisted his arm around his back and held it there with their foot. Moose was livid and tried to get loose. I saw something snap in Y/n. They grabbed Moose's head and started banging it on the floor. "Don't. You. Dare. Fuck with me. AGAIN!" Y/n growled. Moose was unconsious after a few blows. Y/n stepped away from Moose panting and shaking with anger. I smirked, a bit out of shock, but mostly because I was kinda proud. Not even Robin managed to get Moose this good. Then Y/n looked at me. Their expression was terriffying. I've seen that look multiple times, but Y/n's held something more sinister. I just couldn't explain it. But if looks could kill, I'd certainly be dead (and also half of the school). Finally, I came to my senses, I grabbed Y/n by the wrist and ran to our class.

During our 'escape', I remembered Y/n venting to me a few months ago about all the bottled up anger and rage they held since childhood. But what they said now stuck to me like gum. "If one day I have a chance to release all of that anger, I promise you, there will be blood" well, they weren't lying. We managed to get to class without anyone seeing what happened. Y/n calmly sat in their seat and wiped the little bit of blood that was on their hands with wet wipes. I stood next to them not knowing what to say. In truth, I've only ever been scared of my dad, but not merely as close as I'm currently scared of Y/n. They stared blankly in front of them, a dark shadow falling over their face. But their eyes...they were sort of..manic? I awkwardly scratched the back of my head and looked around. "Sit." Usually, I'm not the type to do what I'm told. But their expression, or lack of, their tone of voice, all of it just seemed to pull me to a seat next to them.

Silence filled the air, this time it wasn't the usual comfortable silence. I shifted in my seat slightly. About 2 minutes of silence passed, Y/n didn't even look at me once, nor did they move, but they seem to be calmer. I took in their features. Their arms were bandaged more than usual, their lip was busted, their left cheekbone had a small bruise. I was concerned for them, I have been for a while. I also noticed bruises on their left wrist in shapes of fingers. For a second I was worried that I did that while we were running, but then I remembered that I grabbed their right wrist, which wasn't bruised at all. Y/n must've noticed I was observing and took a quick glance at me.

I decided to break the silence. "Yesterday...what was that about?" They stayed silent but gave me a slightly confused look like they didn't know what I was talking about. I sighed "Why did you try to take your life?" They looked at me with dull eyes, and spoke after a few seconds. "I've been depressed for nearly a decade, I have problems at school and bigger ones at home. I'm just really tired." Their voice was monotone and slightly quiet. "You could've told me, you know." I felt really bad for them. I know what it's like living in constant hell. They shook their head "I don't want your pity..." With that, they turned away from me and began preparing for class that started in about 20 minutes. I felt quite useless and worried. But they don't wanna open up.

Just what the hell happened yesterday when they got home?