One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 21 ~ Skeletons

Scott's POV
Today I'm getting out of here. I'm going to go home and enjoy life with my fiancé. And I'm gonna help him through this. But, ever since I got shot, some sadness came back. And some feeling is starting to come back to my arm. "Today's the day," the doctor says smiling. "Yup," I say, really happy. We talk a little bit while I wait for Mitch to come to pick me up. 15 minutes later, he walks through the door. The doctor says goodbye and walks out to the office. I slowly stand up while Mitch is helping me. "You look a lot better," Mitch says to me. I nod with a huge grin on my face. We start walking out the door and into the car. He helps me into the passenger seat and he finally sits down. We start driving home and we have a conversation of our wedding. What to wear, where it will be, when it will start, oh, I can't wait! We finally get home and he helps me out.  I walk to the door and wait for Mitch. He's grabbing his stomach and looks almost green. Shoot. He runs over to a bush and pukes. I rush over to him and he wipes his mouth. He stands up tall, clears his throat, and walks to the door. Not saying a word. I hate this so much. We walk in and Wyatt is just chilling on the couch. Mitch walks to his room and says, "I'm gonna change into pajamas." I nod. So he doesn't notice me, I slowly and quietly walk to the door of his room. He takes his shirt off. Oh my god. He then takes off his pants. I could see his bones, he's like a skeleton. I walk in and he jumps. He quickly puts on his pajamas. My eyes start tearing up and he just looks away. I walk up to him and take off his shirt. He doesn't fight back. I could see his ribs, wounds, and scars. His arms were so skinny and I could see his scars. There were so many. I start balling my eyes out and hug him close. He hugs back, not crying. Why does he do this to himself?
Mitch's POV
Scott finally got a glimpse of my chest. He could see my bones, scars, everything. I'm so ashamed. While we hug, I whisper,"I'm ok." He shakes his head, knowing that I'm lying. I sigh. He backs away and kisses me. I kiss back. After making out for what seems like forever, I hug him close again. "Why don't you believe me when I say I'm ok?" I say calmly. "It's because I know you're not," he says back, still hugging. I back away. "Can you at least promise me that you won't kill yourself? That you won't cut anymore or starve yourself?" He asks, about to cry. "I can't guarantee you that," I say, lifting up my hand to his shoulder. He grabs my hand that is on his shoulder. He turns around, still holding my hand, and starts walking out. I quickly grab my pajama top. We walk into the living room and sit on the couch. He turns on the tv, watching some old tv show. We both cuddle and he just doesn't say a word. I'm too distracted to sit still and watch. I look down to his wrist, where is old scars are. Lifting up his arm, I bring it up to my chest. With my thumb, I rub it up and down the scars, like he did to me when we were in bed. And how I did to him before I flipped out. He doesn't try to bring it back, he just keeps watching. What is going on through his head? He wants you to leave. He doesn't love you. I put his arm down, disappointed in seeing no reaction. I sigh and lay my head against his limp shoulder. Finally, he says,"so, we need an idea for our next superfruit video, we missed last week because of... Ya know." I nod. "Do you want to tell them about-" he starts. I quickly say no. He sighs. "How about we just talk of whatever comes to mind, or maybe a Q&A?" He suggests. I nod quickly. "We could call it, Scott's Scruff," I say with a smile. He chuckles and kisses my forehead. "Perfect," he says, looking into my eyes. I blush and look back to the tv. I don't want our fans of superfruit or Pentatonix to know about me. They wouldn't care anyway, would they?
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Sorry I haven't updated in a while, just busy. Give some ideas for what should happen after they make the video. Byee, and stay fcute!! <3