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Chapter Four: The loneliness is haunting me

that's his natural skin colour :-) he's brown and Māori and should not be whitewashed

Dedicated to: hemmorragia for all the support ily ❤❤

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×Calum×

He didn't care that he was sobbing in just a towel while Ashton cradled him like a huge child.

"What's going o- Calum! Ashton, what the fu-"

"I did nothing, Michael!"

"Well you obviously did. He's crying!"

I know you want me to kill you, Calum. You're almost there.

"No!"

"Cal, can you tell me what's wrong?"

"H-he's calling me..."

Ashton tilted his jaw up with light fingertips. "Who?"

Calum didn't answer. "Who's calling you, Calum?" Ashton repeated, his voice firm.

"I-I can't tell you wh-who."

"Why not?"

"B-because he-he'll kill me."

He started sobbing again.

"What the hell's he talking about?" Michael questioned.

"I don't know," Ashton said with a shrug.

Ashton stood up while supporting Calum. "Do you wanna take him?"

"Uh... yeah."

He helped walk Calum over to his bed and shut the door, turning on the light.

"Are you okay?"

Calum sniffled and rubbed his eyes. "I guess I'm a bit better."

Michael came and sat down next to him. "What happened?"

Calum plucked out a pair of black boxers from his drawer and slid them on under his towel which he then flung somewhere across the room. He picked up a snapback from of the floor and placed it on his head backwards.

"I-I can't tell you."

"Tell me."

He inhaled deeply.

"I think I'm schizophrenic."

×Michael×

"You what?"

"I think I'm schizophrenic," Calum repeated, worry in his eyes.

"Why?" Michael couldn't help being nosey; it was in his nature.

"I see things that aren't there."

"So-"

"I hallucinate, Mikey."

"Oh."

"Please don't tell Mali."

"Why not?" Again with the nosiness.

"She'll freak out just like Mum did when she found out I cut."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You cut?"

Calum's jaw dropped as he realized that Michael hadn't known. And Michael was very pissed off, to say in the least. He stood up and started pacing the room with his long legs while Calum watched.

"How long have you been cutting for?"

"A-about a year?"

Michael ran a hand through his short blue hair and sighed in frustration.

"Why didn't you tell me, Cal?" Michael said, his voice soft.

"I-I didn't want you to get upset."

Something about the way Calum said that made Michael's heart twist. He sat down and wrapped his right arm around Calum's waist as his other gently lifted Calum's wrist up.

And Calum wasn't lying. Michael saw scars all over his wrists and didn't know he was crying until a single tear landed on his jeans.

"Please don't cry," Calum whispered, reaching out and wiping away Michael's tear stained cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"But why would you do this to yourself? Why would you scar your body?" With a quieter voice, Michael added, "Why would you do this to me?"

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It's goin' down forreal

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Question: Does this mean Michael likes Calum?

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