On My Way Home

Someone Special

"I don't believe me either...." A look of confusion displays on his face. He offers a weak smile. A tear falls down my cheek And I run to the bathroom. He follows.

"Hey, are you okay?" He says knocking on the door.

"I'm fine, thanks." I reply with a shaky voice.

"Please tell me what's wrong. I want to help you.."

"You cant," I state, "I can't be helped..."

He can't help you faggot.

No one can.

You're a waste of time and space.

I quiet my demons with a sigh. Wiping my tears away, I move toward the mirror. I hear the knob jiggle again but I ignore it.

"Please let me at least try.... I only just met you and already know I like being around you. I care for you, Scott. And I want to make sure you are okay. "

That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me....

I blink my puffy eyes hard, shutting them for a second before look at myself. They're blood-shot and red. My nose is red also.

"Thank you." I say.

Mitch P.O.V

"Please let me at least try.... I only just met you and already know I like being around you. I care for you, Scott. And I want to make sure you are okay." Shocked at my own word I back away from the door slightly. I hear a small sniffle and then he replies.

"Thank you."

"For what?" I ask.

"Just being here." I hear footsteps and shifting before the door swings open. Scott walks out. I look into his soft, puffy eyes and notice an emptiness. A... Sadness. His eyes are now a dark gray color unlike before when they were bright blue.

He takes a few steps forward and hugs me. Really tight. So tight that I can feel his bones pressed against my torso. He's too skinny... I wander if he eats. The hugs lasts a while until he steps back, eyes placed on the floor.

"S...s...sorry." He says just like he did the day before at the store. I place my forefinger on his chin yet again and move his eyes up to face mine.

"You're okay. I promise." And with that he hugs me again. His body quivers with sobs. He's crying into my shoulder... Awe. Well he's trying. He's taller so it feels kind of awkward.

I don't know whether to hug him back or pet his head. I soon move my hands to his back and hug him back. I whisper in his ear over and over that its gonna be okay. Soon enough he stops crying but we don't move. We just stand there in each other's embrace. Holding onto every moment and enjoying each others company. We are completely oblivious to the party that's happening around us until someone walks up.

"Hey, Mitch? There's someone here to see you." Says a younger woman.

"Tell them I'm busy and to come back another time," I state holding him closer, "I'm with someone special."