One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 6 ~ Knives

Scott's POV
I feel so bad for Mitch, but I do understand what he's going through. While he cries into my lap, I hold back tears. You brought this on himself. You made him sad. After he calms down a little, he gets up and says,"I'll be right back." I nodded. Now is my chance...
Mitch's POV
I head for the bathroom. I said, "I'll be right back," because I didn't want him to know where I was going. I finally go into the bathroom and close the door quietly. Click! Hope he didn't hear that. I reach into the cupboard and tried to find the razor. It wasn't there. Did I pick it up?? He already knows though. I look high and low for it, gone. I started to get restless. "I... Need... It... Now.." I whisper to myself. I start to go short of breath. I leave the bathroom and quietly go to the kitchen. I need to make sure Scott doesn't know what I'm doing. I look behind me to make sure he wasn't there. I then look at the living room, he's gone. Where did he go? I finally face forward to see Scott cutting over my name on his arm. With a kitchen knife. "Scott! What the hell are you doing?! You said you weren't going to do it anymore! You broke your promise!!" I say grabbing the knife from him. Scott drops to the floor, letting the blood pour out of his wounds. I start crying and pull him up. I wash off his arm and bring him to his room. Still crying, I hug him and try to comfort him. "I don't think therapy is going to help anymore," he said quietly, almost about to cry. I said balling my eyes out," no, you are going wether you like it or not. Your life is at stake, I don't want you doing this again." He just looks down, not making a sound. I look away. Finally, I grab bandages and wrapped it around his arm. It turned red. I sighed. I kissed him on the forehead and left him alone. He doesn't want to talk to you. My mind is racing. I guess he threw out the razor, regretted it, and used the kitchen knife. Now that I know he's ok, it's my turn. I clean off the knife and put it in the sink. Then, I grab a larger knife from the drawer. I'm so scared. Finally, it reaches my wrist. I hiss in pain. But quiet enough so Scott won't hear me. After I made a couple cuts, the pain was unbearable. But I didn't care. Soon enough, I carved Scott's name into my wrist. Oh look, we are twinning... I washed them off and rolled my sleeve down. "What the hell is wrong with me!" I shout. I didn't care if Scott heard me scream. But he didn't come.
Scott's POV
I heard Mitch scream, "what the hell is wrong with me!" I didn't move. I couldn't move. "I feel ya.." I say quietly. He didn't hear me. What am I doing, I'm being such a horrible friend. I'm not even getting up to check on him. What's the point. I'm just gonna end up killing myself anyways, no one would care. You got that right. I sit up and finally rush over to him. I reached to the living room and I found him sleeping on the floor. Still cute though. I felt like something was wrong. To make sure he was ok, I looked at his wrist. I saw new scars that head a red lining from blood. And... my name...
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¡Hola chicos! Haha, sorry that it is sort of short, but I will update again later on today. So in case you haven't noticed, this story is ALL sad. So if you don't like stories that are only sad, then you don't have to read this. I made it like this because I like to read stuff like this. I hope you guys are enjoying it. Byee, stay fcute!!
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