I slowly peer the door and look at him. He sits up on his bed and put his fist face up so I can see cuts dripping blood on to everything. I look up at his face. And there was a line where his tears were falling. "PlEAse don't b..be mad?" He sniffed . I open the door and walk up to him. I hug him, a tight I'm here for you no matter what hug. At first he's superized but than I fell him dig his face in to my neck and cry.after a little while I ask "why would I be mad at you?" He picks his head up and looks down so his bangs hide his face. "Everyone is..." He says I can tell that he's calm now and we can talk a little. " well, hey I don't and your moms not, nethier are the Millon's of thugpugs?" I say. He just sits there. "Came on." I say getting off the bed. He look up at me and takes my hand.
I lead him to the bathroom and tap the counter. I hear him jump up on it and I grab a wash cloth. "What are you doing?" He asked quietly. I don't even look at him "going to clean you up.." I put hot water on the wash cloth and start wiping his face clean. "You no that's a lie" he whispers
"What?" I asked
"Nobody loves me like I want them to." He sniffs again
"Explain?"
He laughs " like you would understand!!"
"At least let me try?" I smile seeing he was calming down.
"OK you said all these people don't hate me right? Well than everybody is saying they love me?well than. There lieing to me and..." He start to cry again.
I wipe the tear away with the wash cloth."so all the presher isn't helping, is it?" I grabbing some hydroperoxide and bandads from the cabinet behind him.
"Ya I. I guess that's it." He says looking down " I always think I have to be the person that is quite and the one that doesn't smile."
"Like you have a thingy to uphold?"
"Ya like that." he laughs.
I grab his arm "this stuff hurts a little bit but it will help from scarring ok?" I tell him and he nods. I slowly pore just a little bit on and he bitts his lip. "Squeeze my hand." I say holding the one with liquid on it.I look at my watch 30seconds went by and I cover it with a bandaid.
"what us that fucking stuff?"he asked
I laugh " its this big long word" I say handing him the bottle. He squshed his eyebrows together and trys to sound it out.
"It sounds like hi•dro•poor•ox•ide." He just looks at me funny. "Ok your done Mr." I say walking out "oh and people may not love you the way want them to but its better than nothing. All of us don't want you being to faced either you should be able to be you and people will still love."
He laughs "Ok tharipist!" He says.
"I no, I sound like that but think about it we don't want a cookie cutter johnnie guilbert. we want some who I have got to know and it pretty great."
He just looks at me and rolls his eye at me.
