When Two Worlds Collide [boyxboy]

*Derek's P.O.V.*

*11:59pm*

I let out a sigh and brush my hair out of my eyes, so as to stare at my clock twice as intently, pretending it would affect the movement of the second hand. It doesn't. Go figure.

After watching the second hand twitch 20 more times, I cross off another meaningless date on my calendar. On second thought, I take back the "meaningless" part; school starts back up on what would technically be today now that it's 12:00am.

Just for that, I decide to make a fresh cut or two. I walk into my bathroom, not worrying about waking up my parents as they walk; I pretty much own our basement. My parents never bother me unless it's dinnertime or something like that, and it's my bedroom by request, so yeah...

My parents are probably snoring away on the floor above me. Or at least, my dad probably is. Mom is probably having one of her weekly clinical anxiety induced panic attacks, leaving her locked up in the upstairs bathroom, huddled up in a corner.

I learned not to interfere with the episodes after getting locked out of the house for a day and a half because mom thought I was about to rape her, rather than hug her. I always get a kick out of that memory; even though she doesn't know any better, there is a good reason why I was laughing my butt off when she explained afterwards.

But anyways, back to now. I needlessly lock the door, then open the medicine cabinet and grab my pocket knife before sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. I sit for about a minute, tracing my finger over my scars gently, stopping at a specific blank spot that holds significance to me, before returning to tracing the rest of my scars.

I finally lift my fingers from my pale skin. Suddenly I remember that blood stains white tee shirts. Duh. So I strip out of mine, sitting back down in just my dark blue boxers.

I decide two cuts should be enough, and soon after I'm washing out the bathtub with two freshly reopened scars starting to scab over. I go out and sit on my sofa for about ten minutes before deeming my cuts sufficiently clotted and slipping my shirt back on. I add a sweatshirt for security.

I don't do this cutting thing on a regular basis. In fact, this is the first time I've done it in 5 weeks, and it will probably be 5 more weeks before I cut again.

Oh yeah. I have school in the morning. I'd better try to sleep.