Oh, Calamity | Muke ✔

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Michael and Calum happened to change into their P.E uniform right beside each other. Neither of them had had chosen too, the changing room had made them.

Michael pretended that Calum wasn't even there and turned his back to him, keeping his eyes on his own stuff. Calum on the other hand glanced nervously over at him, waiting for Michael to either nut off or break down.

He did neither but Calum couldn't predict anything to do with Michael anymore, so he continued to glance over until something caught his eye, making him stop and stare.

Michael turned around slightly and then caught Calum staring. His face held shock or was it disbelief? He wasn't sure, but Calums eyes were open wide and his mouth was pulled down.

He followed Calums eyes down his own body and realized that his jersey arms were pulled up slightly to show 3 evident sticking plasters.

Michael swallowed slowly realizing that what Calum was suspecting, was probably right. He pulled his arm down quickly and looked back up at Calum who was now shaking his head wildly.

He could hear him whispering 'no,no' quietly as he was processing everything in front of his eyes. Well, what was in front of his eyes.

Luckily guys are guys, so they changing rooms were filled with yells and shouts, which meant that no one could hear Calum except Michael.

But Calums voice was growing loud and it was bad. Very bad. Michael grabbed his arm and roughly pulled them into the nearby toilets.

All that was heard now was both the 14 year old boys deep breathing that filled the air. The shouts and yells of the rest of the boys out in the changing rooms were now muffled.

"You-u..You're hidi- those are hiding.." Calums stuttered, his voice trailing off, while his eyes were wide as golf balls.

Michael nodded slowly, feeling his face pale more as the seconds went on. He had been so careful- always making sure his arm sleeves were pulled down, never taking his jersey off, worrying himself sick that one wrong move or one forgetful move and it would be over.

And that was what had happened and Michael definitely did not feel relieved like some would if someone found out their own secret. He felt sickened to the bones and incredibly ashamed because his 'secret' was shameful. Seeing Calum now, Michael knew this wasn't going to go down well.

He couldn't be more right.

"Yea-h..they are hiding some..scars" Michaels voice shook, barely audible.

"Scars, some scars? How much scars?" And before Michael could open his mouth Calum pulled up his sleeve and gasped.

Calums eyes trailed up Michaels arm, all the way up to his elbow. You could barely see the skin on it due to the amount of cuts. Some were old scars and were just raised, white lines and others were bright red- clearly new.

"What the hell, Michael? what were you thinking? Why? Why did you do it!?"

Michael took a step back, surprised by Calums outburst. All he could think to say was "I wanted to.."

"You wanted to" Calum repeated, his eyebrows knitted together "But why?, does it make you happy or something?"

"Um..well" Michael said but regretted it almost as soon as it left his mouth.

"Your insane, Michael! You like- you like to hurt yourself because it makes you happy? You're crazy, you need help. Only crazy people do that. You're a machoist...oh my god, you're a machoist!"

"Its not like I enjoy doing it-" Michael couldn't finish. This was a horrible conversation and he just wanted to curl up in a ball. His throat was hurting and his eyes were prickling with tears.

"So, you're an attention seeker then" Calum said coldly, looking down at the quivering boy. He was disgusted that he had ever tried to make up with the boy in front of him.

"No!" Michael hissed, shaking. Calum was just glaring at Michael now, shaking his head. He made him feel ashamed.

"Well big reality check Michael, people who self harm are fucked up. They don't deserve to be in the world if they do it"

Calum looked back at the scars and scrunched his nose "You don't deserve to be in the world"

The words rang through the room. "Its not like it makes me happy. Its not like every time I go to do it I feel happy. It-it takes away the pain, I feel relieved...but I feel like I feel horrible a minute later, and it doesn't go away. Ever!" Michael spat, in a haze. His words didn't quite come out how he wanted them to but he really wasn't prepared for Calums outburst.

Calums glared harder at Michael and crossed his arms, scoffing "..If you still feel horrible after, then stop doing it! I just can't believe this right now..I can't deal with it. Get some fucking help, seriously.."

He pushed past Michael and walked out of the changing rooms, slamming the door behind him. Michael leaned against the cool concrete wall and closed his eyes, in a state of shock. Calum just didn't understand. He didn't understand that Michael couldn't just stop. He had found a realese for taking away the pain and it felt so right. But after, so wrong at the same time. He probably was fucked up but he didn't need 'help'. Why would he need help when he's got the voices inside of his head, helping him.

See, everyone is addicted to something. Whether it puppies or a smoke, everyone had something that they couldn't run away from. Michaels just happened to be a blade that wasn't made to cut skin but did it brilliantly.

Calum just had no idea and surprisingly Michael wasn't angry at him for that. He was just sad. Sad because now Calum had another reason to hate Michael even more and he didn't know how much more of it he could take.

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Not quite happy about the ending but overall I like this chapter? If that's okay?

This is long, waaayyy longer than '1', 1000+ words lol :D

Have a great day everyone :D sorry that I didn't update yesterday, but I'm going to update daily as per usual now unless wattpad is sucking again :( like now asdfghjkl ugh