Mental (Sturniolo's best friend)

5

I will not be putting TW's at the start of each chapter anymore, just know what your getting into. Each chapter pretty much includes all of the same TW's so if you couldn't read the previous chapters then I suggest not reading this because It will have all kinds of sad or triggering topics. Stay safe and enjoy!

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Matt's POV:

I'm still sitting on the floor of the hallway, but I have no clue where Kiara went. I know that she ran off but none of us can find her.

"She must have gone home." Said Chris.

"No shit, dumbass. Can we go home now? I've been at this shitty school long enough it's starting to make me actually nauseous." Nick said while pretending to throw up.

"Yeah let's go."

I grab the keys and we head to the car. I drive by Kiara's house just to see if maybe something shows that she got home safe, I don't see any of her stuff through the window, she must be fine though. We begin driving back home.

Once we get home I drop off my brothers. "I'm just going to go on a drive to clear my head." I say as I back out of the driveway without waiting for a response from Nick and Chris. I need to find Kiara.

Kiara's POV:

I'm sitting on the bench still, crying my heart out.

I love it.

Soon my peace is interrupted when I see a familiar car pull up to the park I'm at. Is that...Matt? The Matty B Bernard? He gets out of his car and starts jogging towards the bench I'm on. I quickly wipe my tears trying to look as little depressed as possible before he reaches me.

"Kiara, are you okay? I had no clue where you were and you had me worried."

"Yeah I'm fine, how did you know I was here?"

"You come here all the time. I figured if I was looking for you I should check your main spot."

"Fair point."

"I know, I'm just so smart."

"Pipe down, lover boy."

"I hate you."

While we were both laughing he sat next to me. We were chatting for hours when he starting to question me.

"So, about earlier...are you actually cutting yourself?"

"Matt, I'm sorry."

"No, no, no you don't have to be sorry. I know you have it rough right now and sometimes it's hard to cope, so when was the last time you, you know...did it?"

"A couple nights ago, every night is such a blur I can't remember at this point. Matt, do you care if I just rant to you about every single life problem I have right now because if I don't get it out when I have the changes I'll explode like a volcano."

"Sure, go ahead. I'm here to listen."

"Has anyone ever told you that you should be a therapist? Anyways-"

As I went on a rant about everything including my parents, my dad hitting me, me hurting myself, and everything I could name, Matt started to look even more concerned than ever. It's like I could see his facial expressions that showed happiness and encouragement just fade into concern and sadness. It's like he was reliving my entire life but just listening to it all. I know that Matt likes to help people so this must have been a lot for him to take in how much I needed help for and I've been just playing a role of the happiest person.