Secrets ➸ Misaac

2.0

Isaac's outfit on the left and Michael's outfit on the right!

We shall continue where we left off from the last chapter, so enjoy ~

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"I-Is that all you're going to say?" Michael pestered, his heart was pounding and he had such a bad feeling in his stomach, chest, and his heart.

The blood all over the sink and the blade also had blood on it, the drawer that was usually locked was opened and it was filled with blades- he felt like he was going to be sick.

The thought of Isaac doing this made him sick, he didn't understand. The boy was so shy, he usually made his heart swell, he was so kind and loving.

But why would Isaac do this?

But then he realized, he's only known the boy for a couple weeks. He only knows so much about him.

He bit his lip and gulped down a lump in his throat, he walked over to the shower door and opened it. He saw the naked boy hugging his knees in the corner and stiffened when he saw the older lad.

Michael stepped in a bit and picked Isaac up, surely getting hit by the water pouring down but he didn't care.

He held him tightly to his body, the boy tense and then getting a towel to wrap around him.

He walked out into the room, Isaac shivering from the lack of steam from the shower.

Michael set him on his bed gently, accidentally getting a peak of Isaac's "lower regions" whilst doing so and tried to contain himself.

Because this was obviously not the time.

Isaac flushed and wrapped the towel around himself firmly, he whimpered from his wrist but also from the tension.

He was scared, he was so scared, this was the one thing he didn't want anyone finding out.

"Isaac...why- I thought- okay, I understand this is probably a sensitive topic. Okay? It's just...why do you...self harm though? I-I mean you're so kind a-and sure yeah I've only known you for maybe 3-4 weeks b-but I just-"

"N-Not everyone l-likes me, Michael.." He croaked and sure it maybe did seem like he wanted everyone to like him. But it was different.

"What do you mean?"

"I-I mean that, probably a million people or more hate me, they all don't give a fuck about where I've been and they all want me to hurt myself and when they assumed thats why I'm not there they're glad I'm not there...."

"A-And all I see in the stupid comments on most of my social media is just hate. All because he is better than me. Its true though, h-he is better than me. He always will."

"I'm just in his shadow and everyone assumed I'd be just like him but I'm not. I'm n-not Jordan, I-I'm not good looking, I don't have a good body..." He sniffed and continued before Michael could speak again.

"I-I'm not f-funny, and no one l-loves me enough to care a-anyways. Not even my mom, if anything sh-she'll just kick me out and say I'm a disgrace to God. It h-hurts, and doing what I do takes the hurt a-away." He squeezed his eyes shut and looked down, letting the warm tears come down.

He choked back his sobs, sniffling and grasping the towel to his body.

The sight made Michael's heart ache more, so he tackled the younger boy into a hug, making them both fall back onto the bed and Isaac to let go of the cloth covering his body.

Michael hugged the boy so tightly and kept him so close. Isaac hugged back, they've hugged before, but this one was different.

This was the comforting hugs both have wanted for so long, the hug that made you feel safe and secure.