One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 34 ~ I'm Gonna Tell Them

Mitch's POV
I woke up to the sound of cars honking. I slowly and quietly open my curtain so I can climb out. I go over to the kitchen to find my phone charging on the counter. Checking the time to be 5:00am, I look outside to see traffic. It will probably go away soon. As I look away from the window, I look to the little table. There's a note on it that reads,"Hey Mitch. We know that you usually wake up early so we left a note for you. We just wanted to let you know that we are sorry, we really didn't mean to bring you any type of stress. We're just worried, you know? Love you xoxo
Kirstie, Scott, Kevin, Avi
P.S.
This is Scott, everyone went to bed but I just need to write this down. I know you were cutting in the bathroom but I won't tell. Just think that if the next time you have the urge, your friends are here to help you through it. Including ur handsome fiancé who is now taking therapy again. I'll see you when I get up, love you babe <3"
I start tearing up. Knowing that the others don't know about the P.S. section, I stuffed it into my bag. Once I realize that I'm still standing in the kitchen, I decide to make coffee. And I was definitely feeling the need to cut my wrists, but I was thinking about what Scott said. Once my coffee finished brewing, I heard someone climbing down a ladder. Scott. I turn around to see him standing in the door way looking at the table, then back at me. I nodded before he could ask the question. He was gonna ask if I read it. He smiles and hugs me from behind. As I pour the coffee into my mug, Scott starts humming a little tune. I put the coffee pot back in the machine and turned around, my mug still on the table. "Hey Scott?" I ask. He stops humming and looks to me. "Yeah Mitchie?" He replies. I take a deep breath in. "I really want to.... But I can't... Because... I....." I try to say between threatening tears. He knew exactly that I wanted to harm myself and he starts to tear up too. "Mitch, I'm.. I'm so glad you told me!" He says with a sad smile, then hugging me tight. "I don't know how to stop it... I really want.. To..."I say, starting to sob quietly. "Hey, hey... I'm here.." He says running his hand through my hair. His tears start to disappear while mine keep on pouring out of my eyes. "Are you ready for the concert today?" He asks me, trying to lighten the mood. I nod slightly. "Are you ever gonna tell them? About you?" He asks again. I hesitate. I weakly nod again. His arms tighten around me. I can't back out now.
Fast forward to concert
I'm getting ready with everyone in the dressing rooms. I try my best not to show my scars because I'm still uncomfortable and there's other people here who don't know about it. I quickly put on a white t-shirt and a colorful sweater and Scott comes up to me. "Calm down Mitch, you'll do great. And no one is looking at you, you're fine," Scott says, calming me down. I nod my head while taking deep breaths. "Alright guys! Show time!" Esther yells. Scott takes my hand. We walk to the stage while singing our intro. The lights come up and we start singing all of our songs. Surprisingly, I made it through the whole thing. While I start thinking about how my confession will go, I hear Scott say,"for the remaining time that we have, we are going to do something.. A little.. Different." Oh no. Scott walks up to me and takes my hand. I hear everyone cheering. He brings me to the middle microphone and gestures me to start talking. I clear my throat. "Uh.. Haha... Hi everyone.." I start, nervous. People cheer again. I let out a nervous chuckle and say,"there is something going on that I think... Everyone deserves to know about.." I start to tear up. Before I could say my next sentence, I hear someone scream,"is it because of how you're REALLY skinny?!" Before I could answer, another persons calls out,"how you and Scott are falling behind on Superfruit?!" Then the whole audience starts yelling and screaming questions that I was too uncomfortable to answer. Then, overwhelmed by stress, I quickly take off my sweater. The cameras zoom in on me. I stick out my arms and show my wrists. The cameras zoom in even more. I heard everyone gasp. I start crying. "I'm sorry.." I say, running off the stage. While I run to the dressing rooms, I hear everyone yelling again, stuff like "I knew it!" and "is he okay?" My sobbing grows louder as I rush into the room. Pretty soon a bunch of people are gonna barge in and bomb me with questions. I decide to make a run for the tour bus. As I grab my things and start running down the hallway, I hear Scott yell, "Mitch!" I looked back to see him starting to run up to me. I start running again. Using all of my energy, I quickly got into the bus and went into the bathroom. I locked the door hearing Scott come onto the bus. He was trying to open the door as I back away, pressing myself against the farthest wall. "Mitch. Mitch! Mitch..." I hear him say, starting to get tired. I try to wipe my tears away but they just soak up my shirt and wrists, making some of my fresh cuts sting. I quickly grab a blade and start cutting my wrists this time. I didn't care if there wasn't any room. I needed to cut. It was from the stress. I finally heard more people gather around the bus. I start screaming. Everyone quiets down and I soon lay down onto the floor. I was so tired, that I just fell asleep. Right. There.
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I know this is what a stupid writer would do but I decided that Scott isn't sad AT ALL anymore so I tried to make something up. He's gonna do stuff to help him so yeah. And also this chapter all in Mitch's POV. And this is sad, but the future chapters are gonna get happier. Give ideas and stay fcute!!! <3