Golden Boy (Scomiche)

Mitch Interrupted

I have no words to describe this chapter. It's sad. Continue with a strong heart.
~Chris
*TRIGGER WARNING*
Cutting involved.

Mitch's POV
*BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ*
My phone started ringing before my lips could connect to Scott's. I groaned and reached in my pocket for my phone. It was a text from my mom telling me to come home. I looked at Scott with sad eyes.
"You have to go?"
I slowly nodded.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow. Right?"
I nodded I bit more eagerly.
Scott walked me to the door. I picked up my bag and walked out.
"Bye Mitch"
I offered a wave and a small simple smile.

I walked home thinking why life hated me. The one thing in my life to happen that was good something always messed it up.

Maybe it was Mother Natures way of telling me I shouldn't be with Scott. It was depressing that i was such a bother. He probably pretended. There's no way someone as gorgeous as him wanted someone like me. He was tall and had the most beautiful and kind filled eyes I've ever seen with his platinum blonde hair not to mention how built he was. Then there was me scrawny and weak brown hair brown eyes and nothing special.

He could have practically anyone he wanted. I convinced myself he was just playing with my emotions.

I finally got home.
"Hi sweetheart how was Scott's house?" My mom spoke from the kitchen.
"Fine" I said barely above a whisper.

I walked upstairs and went into my bathroom and slid down against the wall. I rolled back my sleeves looking at the healed marks in my wrists and arms. I took off my sweater and looked at all the cuts that lined my stomach and chest. I took a deep breath and turned on the shower.

I stood back in front of the mirror listening to the water hit the floor of the tub. I opened the cabinet and pulled out the sharpest razor I could find. I stood and looked at it for a minute.

2 months.

2 months since I've done this. I don't care. I dug the sharp razor into my skin letting my crimson colored blood drip slowly down my forearm. I missed this feeling. It was numbing. It made me realize things. Each time I dragged the blade across my skin I made the cut deeper and deeper. I worked my way to my abdomen and kept slicing.

There was so much blood. I finished shedding my clothes and stepped into the shower watching the blood drip off me and go down the drain. I felt sick. I jumped out the shower and huddled over the toilet releasing the contents left in my stomach. I hated this. I really did. I hate my life. I hate myself most of all.

The shell that Scott had broken had been picked up piece by piece and taped back together. My stomach wasn't the only thing that hurt. My heart was aching. I don't know why.

I wanted Scott. I wanted him to hold me in his strong arms and tell me I was ok. But I knew that would never happen so I had to let it go. Let him go.

I got back in the shower and finished up and got dressed. I went downstairs to grab something to eat. On my way down I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I backed up and looked at myself. I walked back upstairs. I don't need food. I was lying in my bed when I heard my phone buzz on my dresser. I sat up and looked at the text.

Scott: Hey you make it home ok?

Mitch: Yeah

Scott: You ok?

Mitch: Yeah

Scott: Ok well I'm going to bed. Goodnight Mitchie

I smiled at the nickname he had given me.

Mitch: Goodnight Scottland

I got up and paced around my room unintentionally. I walked downstairs to the couch in our living room. I watched T.V. for a few hours then I went to bed. I went to sleep wishing that I wouldn't wake up the next morning.

And that's exactly what had happened...

A/n
Hehehe. Actually wait don't hate me. Lotta stuff is going to happen. This is probably no where near the worst. Get ready for the feels. Next chapter will be in Scott's POV. So yeah. The story is only going to get worse from here. Just so you know. Try not to hate me too much.... One more chapter today then I'm done for today maybe. No promises. ~Chris