One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 5 ~ Confessions

Scott's POV
It's 5:30am and Mitch is still asleep. He is cuddled up to my side, never wanting to let go. I take his arm gently and look at it, where his scars are. I run my thumb up and down the scars. Mitch moves his arm away and rolls over. I sigh and get up to make some coffee. I grab my Cookie Monster mug and wait for the coffee to finish brewing. He hates you. He doesn't even want to look at you. I need help, I'm probably gonna go to therapy or something. I can't live like this anymore. I finish making my coffee and drank it all. I go on my computer and check the times when the hospital opens, it's open right now. I quietly get dressed and head out the door. Then I get in the car, and drive to the hospital. I turn on the radio to calm my mind. Once I arrive there, I rush into the hospital. I ask for the doctor and talk to him about setting up an appointment. "I'll set up an appointment for you tomorrow at 2:00pm, it will only be an hour and a half" he says. I thank him and drive back home. You think therapy is going to help? Dead wrong. I walk back into the apartment quietly. I head back to my room, Mitch is still asleep. It is now 7:00am. "Mitchy.." I say quietly. "It's time to get up.." I say a little louder. He moans a little. I love the way he looks when he's asleep. Messy hair and unfortunately, closed eyes. "Come on.. I'll make you some breakfast.." I say in my normal voice. Mitch flips onto his back and covers his face. He finally sits up and rubs his eyes. "Want some eggs?" I ask. Mitch nods. I walk out of my room and go to make some eggs. Once they're done, I call for Mitch. He changed. He has a black and blue striped sweater, Grey sweat pants and slippers. His hair is still messy but still beautiful. He sits down, thanks me, and only eats half of the egg. "Please eat," I say, concerned. "I'm done, thank you," Mitch says quietly. He then gets up and goes to the living room to watch some tv. I finish his egg.
Mitch's POV
I really don't feel like eating. Especially on how fat I am, ugh. Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Sigh. I turn on the tv and Wyatt jumps up onto my lap. I smile and start petting him. Scott finished my egg and sits next to me. "So, I set up an appointment for myself for therapy. It's time to get my life back on track" he says happily. I just nod with half a smile. "Would you like to tell me what's going on?" He asks, he seems worried for me. Why would he be, it's not like I'm important. I just shrug. He sighs and puts his face in his hands. I really shouldn't be doing this to him. I finally look at him and say," you saw my scars, didn't you.." He nodded. I'm so stupid! I start crying into my knees. Scott lifted my head and kissed me. I didn't react, I didn't feel like moving. He said with his voice breaking,"we can get through this, ok?" I look down and say shamefully," you mean you will?" Scott sighs and hugs me. "No, us. And I'll make sure of that," he says, trying to convince me that everything will be ok. What happened to me? Ever since Scott tried to kill himself, I got sad. It's like a contagious disease. Well, I did start to think about everything bad that's happened to me, I can even make a list. Or.. Am I doing this for attention? Ugh, I'm so confused. All I do is lie down on Scott's lap and cry.
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Sorry it's always so depressing, but this is how I'm writing this fanfiction. Hopefully, nothing too triggering will happen. If u have any ideas, lemme know! Stay fcute!!! <3