Oblivious To Him (Scomiche) [boyxboy]

Chapter 3

Sometimes, you gotta pretend everything's okay.

Mitch woke up during a groggy, rainy morning with dried blood on his wrists. He stumbled into the bathroom that led from his room and picked up the blood stained blade, he examined it before sticking it under the running tap to clean it for the next use, which was probably going to be this evening.

The brunette looked at his reflection in the mirror, his cheeks were hollowed in and his cheek bones prominent, dark circles rimmed under his sad brown eyes. He cupped some water in his hands and splashed it onto his face.

After exiting the bathroom, he applied concealer under his eyes and dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black, a baggy tee that hung off his shoulders but still showing off his clavicles that were very prominent.

He walked out of his room and hoped that Scott and his stupid, sexy boyfriend were still alseep. Walking into the kitchen, he whistled a tune under his breath and thought of what he is going to do later that day. He stood on the tips of his toes, reaching for a mug, his shirt lifting up and revealing his hip bones and thin stomach.

He made coffee in his Elmo mug and sat down at the round table in the living room, sipping his coffee.

Soon, Scott walked out of his bedroom wearing just boxer, pulling Alex by his hand and into the kitchen. He didn't even acknowledge Mitch's presence and started making coffee and breakfast for himself and Alex.

Mitch cleared his throat, announcing his presence causing Scott to turn around.

"Oh, hey Mitch. Didn't realize you were there. Want some breakfast?" The blonde asked.

You never realise, I'm not important to you.

"No thanks, I already ate." Mitch lied, although his stomach was grumbling and he hasn't ate since yesterday.

I starve myself.

"Are you sure, your stomach's grumbling." Scott giggled, taking it as a joke, Alex joining along.

"I'm fine."

I'm not fine, please help me. 

"Okay, if you say so." Scott turned back around and kissed Alex's cheek, before making breakfast again.

You're so oblivious.

Mitch quickly slipped out of the room before Scott set the table for breakfast. Food made him sick.

He quickly went into his room and contemplated on picking up his blade again or not. He played some of his favourite songs and slid the blade across his thighs. Turns out his blade was going to be used earlier than this evening..

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A/N; this is depressing

-Lola