Scömìche One-Shots

Mute Butterflies

Trigger Warning x
Scott; 17
Mitch; 16

Scott, the new kid, walked into his home from class and was immediately greeted by his teacher, Mrs. Soon.

After he introduced himself, Mrs. Soon told him to sit next to Mitch.

You see, Mitch was the shy one of the school. Rarely smiled, barely ate, never talked. He was mute.

"Hello," Scott waved to the younger boy. Mitch waved, but didn't look up nor smile.

"Don't talk very much, do you?" Scott asked. Mitch rolled his eyes and took a sheet of paper and his pen.

I'm mute, so you're not going to get much out of me

Scott nodded and returned his attention to the board. "Since it's the first day of school, all you have to do right now is talk to the person right next to you. Either of you can ask whatever questions you'd like. You may begin!"

Scott turned his chair to face Mitch and Mitch followed his actions.

"So, family?"

I don't remember most of my family members. And the people I do remember, well they don't act like a family too much, Mitch scribbled, drug addict father and abusive mother, if I should even call them that

Scott nodded slowly, processing what he just read.

"How long have they been like that?"

As long as I can remember, Mitch wrote down. He heard the bell and got up, leaving Scott speechless. Mute, if you dare.

Scott stood up and jogged over to Mitch. Do you wanna maybe come over later tonight?" Mitch got his phone out and typed, I'm not allowed to leave the house but you could come to mine later because my parents are out partying again

Scott nodded and smiled, walking to his next class. Mitch stood there and stared at Scott entering the room.

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Mitch averted his gaze to the wall. He spent most of his time like this. Thinking about everything and anything. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand.

6:51

He had roughly nine minutes before Scott got to his place. He thought about when he came out to his parents and how they immediately accepted him. Why can't I just be normal, Mitch thought, like everyone else. Maybe Scott wouldn't have given him a weird look if he would say something for once.

Mitch got the urge to do something he hadn't done in a long time.

6:56

Four more minutes. He could make it.

He walked to his bathroom and reached for the back of the top shelf in his cabinet. As he got a grip on the shiny blade, he heard the doorbell ring. His sister was home so she could open the door for Scott.

"Mitchie!" He open Mitch's door and sat on his bed, waiting for Mitch to come out of the bathroom, whatever he was doing in there.

After a couple minutes of sitting and staring at the door, Scott walked to where Mitch was and silently and slowly opened the door but flinched when it made a creaking sound.

Since Mitch couldn't talk, he gave up and sat there, looking up at Scott with glossy eyes and bloody arms.

"What? What's wrong?" the blonde asked, looking down at Mitch.

He realized what was happening and grabbed a towel, wetted it and held it to Mitch's forearm.

While still holding it there, the older boy wrapped his arms around the younger boy. "Shh, it's okay," Scott whispered. Mitch silently cried, not processing what Scott had seen.

"Don't worry, babe, no one will hurt you anymore," Scott said into Mitch's hair, kissing his head. Mitch blushed at the fact that Scott called him babe. Scott let go of the brunette and tilted his chin up, placing a kiss on his lips. Mitch smiled and kissed back right away.

Scott got up, "Stay right here."

Mitch slowly nodded and watched as the tall boy walked to Mitch's desk, pulling out a Sharpie.

"Listen, I'm going to draw butterflies on your arms," Scott explained, "and you can't hurt them. If you harm them, their wings will break and then they won't be able to fly anymore. Now, we wouldn't want that, would we?"

Mitch shook his head and leaned forward, pecking Scott's cheek, choking out a very small,

"Thank you."

A/N- don't you hate it when you lose someone that was really close to you because same

There's a seventh grader at my school and we had something but now he barely talks to me and it seemed like he didn't wanna talk to me so I didn't talk to him

But now whenever I walk past him, looking down so I don't look him in the eyes, he looks and me and tilts his head to the side, almost as if he's expecting me to say something to him

I just don't know anymore