One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 29 ~ Legs

Scott's POV
I finished packing and so did Mitch. I bandaged up my hands and just made an excuse that I burned them on the stove. Even though I wasn't making anything. Eventually I was just chilling on the couch, cuddling with Wyatt. Mitch didn't come out of his room until he said, "hey, I'm gonna borrow one of your jumpers for now, my other ones are dirty." I nod. As I go back to petting Wyatt, I heard my drawer open and close. Why is he going through my drawers? I ignore it and I see him wearing one of my jumpers. "Thanks babe," he says while blowing me a kiss. I smile and he walks back into his room. And then I hear metal. I quickly get up and reach to his room.
Mitch's POV
I got his blades. And he didn't even ask about the drawer opening and closing. I can't believe he didn't pack them, but that's also good too. I walk into my room and I couldn't help myself any longer. I took one of the blades, and put the rest in my bag. Picking up the one I've separated from the rest, I look to my arms. There's no room left. I slowly look down to my legs. Might as well. I slightly roll down my pants, only enough to show skin. I bring the blade down and I hear footsteps. Are you kidding me?! I quickly pull up my pants and hide the blade under my bed. He comes in, breathing heavily. "Scott! What the hell are you doing?!" I scream at him, "Don't you know anything about privacy?" He just keeps on heavily breathing. I stand up, move him away from my door, and I close it. I move to my bed and sit on the ground to find the blade. "I'm gonna go out for a bit, I'll be back," I hear Scott say, walking out the front door. I hold the blade in my hand. The door closes. I quickly stand up and run to the front door to ask him were he's going. By the time I opened the door, he was gone. He drove very fast out of the parking lot, leaving skid marks behind. My stress builds up and I close the door. Running my hand through my hair, I go back to my room. I slide my pants off completely and take the blade. As it meets my skin, I start crying from the pain. I count each slice, giving a reason for each one.
1- ugly
2- fat
3- sensitive
4- horrible friend
5- horrible boyfriend
I move to the other leg.
6- unintelligent
7- small
8- ungrateful
9- annoying
10- unloved
I drop the blade beside me and I just look at my scars. The blood drops down onto the floor. I stand up, finding me very weak to stand. I soon drop to the floor again, curling up into a ball. My crying grows very loud. Ding! I lift my head up. Ding! It's my phone. Ding! I get up to check who it is. Ding! Kirstie. Ding! I pick it up. "H-hello?" I say. "Hey Hun. I just wanted to Che- are you crying?" She replies. I sniff. "Oh, baby. Do you want me to come over?" She asks. I want to be alone, but I need someone to talk to too. "Mm hm," I hum, still crying. "I'll be there in 5 Hun. Love you." She says. I don't respond. The line went dead. I start shaking. What's gonna happen when she gets here? Will she ask about my self harm? I start crying even more, stress piling onto my shoulders, running my hands through my hair. I look down, realizing I have to clean up. I wash off my legs, clean the floor and I put sweatpants and a t-shirt. I mean, she already knows I have scars. Now all I have to do is wait, with this sick feeling in my stomach. Wait, what about my blade? I run into my room and grab it. Just as I make my way to the trash can, I heard a knock at the door. She's here. I run to the kitchen, throw it out, and I open the front door. "Hey Hun," she says, hugging me. I hug back, trying to stop crying. "Where's Scott?" She asks as she pulls away. "He's not here," I say, with anger in my voice. My red eyes narrow. "Where did he go?" She asks, starting to worry. "I... I don't know," I say, starting to break down. My face falls into my hands.
Kirstie's POV
I know I should be packing, but Mitch is more important, especially in the state he's in. And where the hell is Scott? He should be here, with him. What if Mitch tried to do something? Ugh. "Where did he go?" I ask. "I... I don't know," Mitch says, starting to cry even more. Almost starting to cry myself, I take his hand in between my hands. We walk over to the couch and sit down. "Is there anything you would like to tell me? Anything at all?" I ask, wanting information. "Well... *sniff*" he starts off,"I have been eating better." I smile. "But.." My smile disappears. "I.. Uh.." He tries to say something through his sobs. "What is it Hun?" I ask, trying to get him to speak. He pulls is pants down a little. "Mitch, what are you-" I start. Then I see scars. With red linings. I bring my hands to my mouth and I start crying. Mitch completely breaks down, facing away from me. "I don't belong here!" He practically shouts. I go in to hug him. He tries to break away but he was too weak. He eventually gives up and falls asleep in my arms. I need to stay here and watch him until Scott comes back. I carry him to his room, take off his jeans and shirt, trying to pay no attention to his scars and wounds and ribs, and put on his pajamas. I "tucked" him in and gave him a kiss on his forehead. I sit down beside him, starting to run my hand through his hair. He's like a brother to me, I can't bear to see him do this to himself. "We all love you Hun. Please don't forget that," I whisper into his ear. I get up and walk out, closing the door behind me. I turn around and I see Scott standing in front of the door. He must've been very quiet cause I didn't hear him come in. "Scott? Where the hell were you?!" I whisper scream. "I went... Out," he says, with his words slurring. He's drunk, great. I'm definitely staying the night. I have to look after both of them. "Why did you go to a club?" I whisper. "I don't have to... Tell... Yoooouuuu," he says, starting to laugh in between words. "You need to get to bed. Now." I say, starting to walk towards him. I grab his arm and he gasps in pain. Sadness takes over my face and I grab his upper arm. We both walk to his room. Once we both enter I close the door. "Why did you leave Mitch alone? Who would do something like that?" I say, my voice slightly raising. "He was pissed at me," he says, looking down. "May I ask why?" I ask. "No," he says, starting to become angry. I stop talking and I help him into his pajamas. "Get some rest okay? I'm gonna spend the night to make sure you two don't get into any trouble," I say to him. He just nods. I walk out and closed the door. I turn around and then see Mitch. Oh my goodness. He's just standing in his doorway, rubbing his eyes. "Hun, what's wrong?" I ask him. "Is... Is Scotty home?" He asks me, tired. "Yes, he's dru-" I start. "You know what? It's gonna be alright, do you need something?" I ask, trying to change the subject. He nods and points to the kitchen. "Water?" I ask. He nods again. I get him some water and I come back, where he is still standing. I walk him back into his room and lay him down. Giving him the water, I start talking to him. "Mitch," I start off. He looks at me while sipping his water. "Why do you this to yourself? I hate it. It brings you and everyone pain. We are all worried that you... That you won't... Be here.... Any... Anymore...." I say starting to cry. He puts down his glass and sits up. I hug him immediately. "Why Mitch? Why?" I whisper into his ear. He doesn't respond. He breaks away from the hug and looks at me with puppy dog eyes. His eyes are pleading for a way out. What hurts is that I can't help him, he needs to stay strong. Or we will lose our Mitchy.
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I know this chapter is longer than usual, but I got really caught up in it. Hope you guys enjoy it, stay fcute!!! <3