Oblivious To Him (Scomiche) [boyxboy]

Chapter 2

'...And if you hurt me. Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed..' - Photograph, Ed Sheeran

Mitch left Dr Harrison's office, bitter tears threatening to fall and his shoulders slumped. He was ignoring everyone and everything around around him. 'Bye Mitch!' A distant, cheery voice called. Mitch flinched at the joy in the person's voice, but only slightly. He didn't turn around, nor stand still even though he saw the rain pounding on the pavements, even though he saw the taxi's rushing past - splashing black figures with water, even though he had no coat, the heavy jacket he had was left on the uncomfortable chair in the office, nor an umbrella or anyone to call... not even Scott.. he was probably busy with Alex. But who was he to have anything to say? He was nothing. He didn't have the right to do anything... he was just a hopeless case that he didn't want to be.

Mitch's short, thin arms wrapped themselves around Mitch's thin, bony torso as he entered the outside world, the noise hitting him immediately. And then he slowly started trudging through the large crowds of people, many of them mumbling to themselves why Mitch wouldn't move faster.. that he annoys them and pisses him off. But Mitch didn't care. Mitch was used to being thrown around, being shouted at and grumbled at. He was used to being talked about behind his back. He was used to all this because he wasn't anyone special.. he was a nobody.

Mitch's weak body finally led him to his apartment complex, walking up the stairs. His knees heavy. Once he reached the door he fumbled around in his pockets, looking for his house keys. He pushed it in the lock and turned the key, kicking the door slightly to open the door. A disgusting scent filled Mitch's nostrils that made him gag, and it was almost there every single time he came home - sex. Mitch soon blocked out the loud noises of moaning and the headboard banging against the wall and walked to his room - half running past Scott's room where the noises seemed to be loudest - shutting the door behind him when he reached it and locked himself in the bathroom that was lead in from Mitch's bedroom. He pushed his cologne, make-up and toiletries to the side to find his untouched blade.

He took it in his palm and twirled it around his fingers, rolling his sleeve up and sitting on the toilet seat. It took Mitch a while but he finally counted how many times he had to cut this time, for how many times he decided he hated himself and why he was a nobody and why Scott would never like him or ever enjoy his existance... 24 times. Mitch took in a deep breath and smiled to himself, enjoying the adrenaline pulsing through him as his tears fell for no apparent reason. He was nothing to Scott. So he pressed the blade to his wrist and made an incision in his skin, wincing but loving the pain. It was going to be a long night, and Mitch was going to hate it..

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A/N!! - Nat

Hi guys!!

So this is the second chapter to this book. I'm actually so giddy to be doing this collab with Lola because she's such a good writer and she asked me to do this and.. UGH! I hope this book will be a success and I hope you guys love it! Give feedback.

We love you guys!!

- Nat and Lola #Nola<33