Freely Living Nightmare

Mirror image

I looked at his pale skin that was once so full of colour and alive. what had done this to him? He was so perfect, so human and he was treated like nothing. I ran my cold fingers over his back and arms. Just like my scars they matched.

"Now do you trust me?" Noah's silent lips spoke slowly.

"I've always trusted you. theres always been something about you that made you different.." I looked up at his face and tried to fake a smile. So many questions were racing through my mind I nearly passed out. How? Why? When? How long?

"Don't worry... eventually I'll tell you everything I just wanted you to know your not alone Thia." He leant in and kissed my bruised lips. I felt warm and safe in his arms and his presence. I broke away and waked around his dark room. Much like me it was empty besides the bookshelves and music cases. He had stacks of music. I loved how most of our music was the same. Blackbear. Mayday parade. Bastille. Sleeping with Sirens. They all really spoke to me. Like how the sound of a soft sweet beat spoke to a ballerina through majestic moves.

"You know I didn't expect this...especially from you.." I looked back at Noah sitting at his bead holding his silver case in front of him. By now I knew what it was. I'd know. I had one myself. He gestured my to sit next to him and I did.

"Look I want to make an oath; a promise with you. We both have one of these and I know that as a fact. Look your arms are bruised and you have bandages on them. I want us to try and go as many days as we can clean. See if we can both help each other be strong and not depend on a razor to let our emotions out. You will have me. And I will have you." He got up and walked to his bathroom, opened the toilet lid and dropped the three silver blades down the drain. The loud flush rushed through my body. They were gone. And now it was time for me to do the same. Looking at each other he knew I wanted to go home. We walked down the stairs and headed to my house.

"What made you do it?" I asked

"People. Emotions. Family" He walked slower this time.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked.."

"No its okay.. I haven't talked about it. I need to. My dad was in the army airforce so we are forever moving. Which sucks for a teenager because of high school. Every new school was like hell. Starting as the new kid who knew he would only be there for a term or two. Everyone glaring at me because I wasn't there from the beginning or because i wasn't this or that. For me I was so caught up in wanting to fit in and get excepted by the crowd of people that hated me. I trusted alot of people and once I started acting like them and being like them I was finally liking school. But for a kid like me luck doesnt last that long. Next thing I know I say one wrong thing to someone and that person spreads it everywhere, I become the bad guy and everyone hates me for splitting up from group... I get left out and left behind. But who the hell cares right. Cause im the new kid. And so I get emotionally wreaked. I stop letting people in and I stop trusting people. Every freaking school I went to the same things just kept happening its like I was prone to this bullshit called people and school. I finally left that school and started a new one. It lasted a month because my family got news of my father. He passed away..." Noah started to tear up and he stopped walking.

"I'm sorry Noah you dont have to go on. Dont worry I understand."

"No its fine. My dad died a year ago and thats why im here at this school. Everyones different here. I dont know if its because its our last year but no one really cares or pays attention anymore. And im glad ive found you." Noah grabbed my hand and he held me close. I wrapped my arms around him and we walked to my front door. We walked inside and I led him to my room. I opened the door and grabbed my silver tin. Full of four bloody razors I flushed them down the toilet. Felling a relief fall of my shoulders I turned around and hugged him. It felt good feeling like I had someone who understood me and really got me. Not everyone finds high school easy and boy do I know from experience there are real bitches out there. But none of that matters anymore beacuse I have found my refuge, my soul mate. My mirror image.