I Hate You

Chapter 3

// WARNING TRIGGERS. DO NOT READ IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY//

     My eyes went wide, and before I knew it, my hands were on the door handle, and my feet were moving faster than the speed of light itself. I was sprinting. Sprinting. I stopped for a solid 3 seconds to listen to my surroundings, and hearing footsteps to my left down the hall. I started up again, right foot left foot and so on, stopping every corner to listen to the sounds around me. Turning left, right, right , left. Never stopping, coming closer, and closer, but the footsteps seemed to stop altogether. They were soon replaced by the sounds of heavy sobbing, and little hiss's of.. pain? I slowly walked trying to find the sobbing boy. I turned right and went down a long hallway all the way down to the very last door on the left, and slowly turned to doorknob. The sobs filled the hallway and suddenly morphed into echos, but as soon as the echos reflected back to the room, the sobbing boy looked right up. At me. He looked right at me, and stood up, charging to the door.

     "What do you want." He howled, putting his left wrist behind his back. But you could tell he was self harming.. the blood was dripping to the floor..

      I scooted past him nonchalantly, and grabbed his bloody wrist. 

     " What the fuck did you do." I nearly shouted. I squeezed his wrist, and more blood came out as he let out a small groan. I stopped.

     "Nothing, I got it just go." He said and tried to break the bond between my hand and his wrist, yet I tightened my grip, to assure myself I wouldn't let him go.

     " No you fucking don't why the fuck would you do this?" I again nearly shouted, and walked inside the room, still holding his arm, gently pushed him against the bed, and turned around to lock the door behind the two of us.

     " What are you-"

     " Shut up and talk to me. " I said, grabbed some napkins, wet them,and brought them to Phil, and put them on his arm. They quickly turned bright red, soaking up the blood that was released.

     " Joey and Ricky, and everyone here, they all know the actual story of why I'm here. They make fun of me for it, and it's just the small amount of what they do making me wanna kill myself.." Phil said, tears streaming down his face again.

     " Tell me."

      " No, I can't. You'll make fun of me like everyone else.."

     " Fucking tell me or bloody hell I will flip you over."

     "Okkay., " he chuckled ," Well... I guess I never got over the fact that my once so called boyfriend broke up with me, and I felt bad about the incident.."

     "Oh. What do you mean?"

     " I broke up with him because he thought i was cheating on him and he never believed anything I told him, but when he realized that he was wrong he tried to come back to me and I didn't let him.. I never saw him again, then this happened.."

     " So.. you're gay?" I asked, sounding confused.

     " Bisexual, actually. "

     " Don't worry. So am I." I said, rubbing his wrist with my thumb.

     " So am I." he laughed.

     " So am I." I joked.

     That went on for a little while, and soon enough we had to get out of there, and with only 2 cuts on his wrist, they were noticeable, just from where they were, so we had to sneak. Good thing the outfit they gave us was long sleeved.

     I brought Phil to the bathroom, and took a dry paper towel and set it under the sleeve on top of his fresh cuts. He washed is face and we went back to the group therapy room, and no one was there. We walked to the lunchroom, where everyone was today. Phil and I grabbed a tray and walked to the back with our food, and both of us pushed our food to the other end of the table and laughed. We basically just sat there looking at each other and making really small talk every few minutes, and maybe making little faces at each other and playing with the food that was being neglected by both of our mouths. A few little giggles and chuckles escaped from our lips, and eventually we started talking about our favorite animals, and colors, and things like that, to which he likes lions and blue. I was glad to see him smiling, I mean the dude basically had his heart torn apart , sewn back together but he had to tear it apart himself, just because of a stupid guy who decided to enter his life out of blue.  I always used to try my hardest to make people happy, so what;s the point of stopping if one smile, or hug, or talk can fix anything.

     After lunch it was just free time so me and Phil both went to the library.. after saying goodbye. It was kind of.. hilarious. We went to the same aisles we were in before and picked out the same books and started reading. He turned his page, and smiled at the writing, and covered his mouth and gasped. I leaned over to the little hole that was in the books that were separating us.

     " What happened..?" I asked, curiously. He chuckled before responding.

     " The maid was killed by the nanny, by shoving ice into her throat while she was sleeping, and tied her hands behind her  back, then the nanny shoved a broom handle down the maid's throat, pushing all of the ice cubes down, freezing her insides. Wouldn't wanna die like that huh?" he said

     " NO. That's horrid!" I laughed.

     Just at then cute moment we were having, little assholes Joey and Ricky showed up, and did the same thing they did yesterday. They went into Phil's aisle and started bullying and harassing him.

     " Oh, reading Fifty Shades Of Gay again faggot?" Joey laughed,

     " He was probably jerking off before we came in." Ricky said, and punched Joey's arm lightly.

     I was contemplating what would happen if I got up and confronted them.

     " He's such a gay asshole. " Joey said

     That was the breaking point for me. I got up, my jaw clenched. I stormed over to Joey, and tapped on his shoulder.

     " Yoo! Danny boy! Come on, help us with this kid, he's being gay to us." Joey laughed.

     " Okay hah." I played. " You little Philly,are so fucking adorable. I can't."

     Phil's eyes, and Joey, and Ricky's eyes grew with that sentence, and Joey laughed.

     " You're kidding right?" Joey asked

     " Are you a gay fag too?" Ricky asked.

     " Rethink your fucking reasoning. " I said, before locking my fist with both of their jaws.

     I grabbed Phil's hand to lift him up, before separating, and going to sleep, this time, I wore the clothes they gave me.

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