Death Sounds Like A Melody (Merome)

Chapter 11 - Broken dreams

Mitch's POV

Jerome stands up and walks over to me. I cower a little. His facial expression makes it look like he is going to hurt me. "Where are they?" He asks softly, noticing my terrified face. "W-what?" I ask quietly, not understanding what he wants from me. He sighs. "Where are your blades?" At this, my face drops. The room becomes silent. My heart rate increases. I bite my lip and sigh.

I haul myself into the wheelchair and make my way to the bathroom on this level. I have a stash of them down here, used and brand new. This is a heck of a request, I don't want to give up the only thing that can bring me comfort. But nevertheless, I grab the little black box and open it up. There are around twelve old blades and a couple of new ones. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get the blade out of a razor? I bought a new packet, got them all out, and placed them in this black box so I can use them without having to bust another one open. I take the top one out and admire it. Oh how much I want to use it right now. I want to see my blood all over my body again. I want to feel the sweet burn of my skin. But I can't really do that with the the state I'm in. I shake my head, place it back inside and put the lid on.

I go back out into the living room, box in hand. Everyone looks at me expectantly. I sigh and hand it to Jerome. "You know, Your never going to be able to stop me, right?" I ask. Sitting back on the couch by Jerome picking me up. I wince a little. The pain is starting to come back. Jerome sits next to me. I look to everyone.  "Don't make me promise that I'll never do it again. I can't promise anyone anything. Never again am I making a promise, all they do is get broken. They have no meaning. They mean nothing if someone doesn't truly care." I say, turning around and looking off into space. "We care. I care." Jerome says, grabbing my hand, intertwining our fingers. I bite my lip and shake my head.

"That's what Ty said." I say, tears coming to my eyes. I start to shudder a little. Why do I constantly have to remind myself about that!?

I walk into the school, absolutely regretting having to come to this hell hole. The bullying is so bad, and whats even worse that my best friend Ty is the reason why I'm like this. It's doesn't help that my brother and sister died a couple days ago. Other then that, The day goes by as normal, getting called names, beaten up, just the usual. But, during lunch, I walk down a deserted corridor, not a student in sight. Suddenly, I get pulled into the disabled toilets.

I Yelp and look around. My bullies, the jocks, are all in here with sly smirks on their faces. My heart drops. Ty stands there and locks the door. I take a few steps back in pure fear. I drop my books from my hands. They're gonna beat me up, aren't they? Ty comes up to me, his brown hair still covers his left eye. I can't believe the two of us used to be best friends. His hand grabs my shirt pulling our faces close together. A blot of pure fear and hatred rattles through my body. He smirks at my face.

"Boys." He says, gesturing to others, "I think it's time we had some real fun." He snarls. They all laugh and creep closer to me. Ty throws a punch at my face, making me cry out in pain. They continue to beat me up for a little bit until I'm lying motionless on the floor. Then, I understand what he means by 'real fun' once they start to take my clothes off. I don't do anything though. I'm in too much pain. They start to get undressed to, but Ty is already on top of me with a couple of his friends holding me down. It's not like I'm going to be able to escape anyway. But nevertheless, I struggle against their grip. My heart rate increases and breathing becomes erratic when Ty starts to bite my chest.

"Please don't do this Ty." I beg quietly with pleading, tear filled eyes. He just pulls away and smirks at me. Then, my screams of pain fill the bathroom as he roughly pounds into me.