Silent Suicide

Chapter 1

   ETO'S P.O.V.

"Seven, eight, nine... Goddamnit Eto what are you doing to yourself?! You gotta stop this..."
   I groaned as I heard her complaining to me, "I'll be okay Sylvia... Don't worry about me just worry about yourself..." I sighed as I noticed her glaring at me. She was pissed off, no doubt about it, and I can't blame her, finding 9 new cuts on my arms along with all of the others... I just want to end it all...
  "Pleas stop this Eto..." She begged quietly, tears filling her eyes, I hated hurting her like this...
   "I'll try..." I sighed and continued walking, going into the school to hear kids yelling and goofing off, the noise disgusted me, I hated people. The day went on, just like any other. Getting yelled at by teachers, called a faggot and told to kill myself multiple times during class, and only one thought.. The image of me, hanging on a rope in the woods with blood pouring down my body from deep gashes in my arm... Lunchtime finally came and I completely skipped the line, heading straight to an empty table, not eating once again.
   "Why don't you ever eat... You need to keep your strength up..."
   I looked up to see who it was, it was Sylvia of course, who looked worried...
   "Food is disgusting.." I whispered to answer her. It was my 3rd month of rarely ever eating, you could clearly feel my ribs when rubbing my sides, it was a bit gross to most people.. I looked down at my sleeves, remembering the cuts on them as all the pain from today suddenly washed down on me. I was going to snap any minute..
   Sylvia must not have been able to stand the silence because after a minute or two I heard her ask, "How's your day been...?"
   "Same as usual, yelled at by teachers, harassed, beaten. All that shit.." I sighed and reached into my pocket, pulling out a grey spring assisted knife with a 4 inch blade, "next time I won't be messing around..." I sighed and put the knife back in my pocket for later. I jumped a bit, a little surprised, as I heard my phone ringing, it was my mother..
"Eto, I got your suit, be sure to get someone nice to go with."
"Give up already I don't want to go to that thing.."
"I'm not letting you make me and your father look bad so you're going like it or not."
I groaned loudly as she hung up and tried to think of what to do, u had no friends..
"Hey uh Silvia..." I began to ask, "do you want to go to the prom thing with me...?"
"Yeah.." She whispered, her head down. It looked as if she was hiding a small blush.

SYLVIA'S P.O.V

I was surprised when he asked me to prom.. I wasn't flattered by how he asked, but I was surprised, and I was glad.
"What time should I go to your house..?" I asked softly trying to hide my blush.
He though for a moment then looked around at the walls with posters on them, I don't know what he was doing.
"W-when is it again...? And I'll be able to pick you up around 4 that night..."
It was obvious he was embarrassed from five way he asked that and how he began playing with his thumbs. I sighed and looked at him, "tonight dumbass, don't you pay attention to the announcements?!" I growled. I laughed as he backed up a bit, probably in fear, and nodded.
"Don't forget tonight everyone will be drinking, so in other words don't forget I'm the kinkiest person you know.." I laughed a bit and smiled as I got up and say down in the chair next to him. By now he was blushing a deep shade of red, clearly embarrassed.
"O-okay..." He whispered, "I'll remember.."
I blushed deeply after he said that because he had moved his hand and rested it on top of mine, I finally felt like I may have a chance to be with him.. I had liked him since we first met in second grade, and now we were both 18. We sat there and tried to rest up as lunch went by and then we went to our classes.
My last class was gym and it was the one I hated most, it revealed all of his marks along with the ones on me because of the stupid dress code. After the teacher finished attendance I looked back and noticed some kids picking on Eto, he has his hand in his pocket probably gripping the knife. I sighed, a bit worried, and then class began.
The first thing we did was run laps which went well but we had dodgeball after, worst day ever. In the first inning I ended up twisting my ankle and screamed in pain.
Eto quickly ran to me, "are you okay..?" I heard him ask as he picked me up and carried me to the wall.
   I nodded my head and looked at his arms a bit, there was more now... But how we've been at school... I began to tear up but quickly forced myself to stop, "has anyone said anything about your arms...?" I asked quietly, a bit afraid.. He nodded, from the look in his eyes he was probably pissed off too...
   The rest of the day went on and then we finally got to go home, I turned to Eto when we got outside and sighed, "Can you walk me home today..? Some people I pass on the way keep looking at my boobs and ass so I'm a bit scared..."
   "Yeah... If I see it I'll end it..." He didn't seem the same anymore, it looked as if rage overcame him and made him into someone else, scary and a killing machine.
   We began walking and it started out all right, until someone came up and grabbed Eto by the hair.. He growled and ripped away and turned around, his brown eyes narrowed at the kid.
   "Hey Eto, I don't think scars count as tattoos, and if you're hoping they do you need a new tattoo designer because that's a horrible job." The kid mocked him, not knowing how bad of an idea it was..
   "Eto calm down.." I whispered as I placed my hand on his shoulder only to get it shaken off.
   He walked towards the kid and punched the kid right in the chest, his knife in hand hoping to make it more painful probably.
   The kid fell to the ground, gasping for air and Eto rammed the glass breaker on his knife into his back, then to finish him he moved the switch up, revealing the blade, and stabbed the guy in the side.
   "Come on..." He mumbled as he turned around and began walking. I couldn't figure out how he wasn't scared after doing that, what he had done left me in shock and a bit afraid but I sighed and followed.
   "I'll be here in two hours to get you.." He told me as we made it to my door, I nodded and hugged him. He seemed to hesitate not knowing how to react, he finally hugged back, blushing a bit. Even in his scarred and cut arms he kept me warm.. I loved it.. I loved everything about him... The way his hair perfectly matches his personality, his eyes, his soothing voice, how hard e works to keep me safe, how much he cares, everything about him I loved.. I just wish I could admit it to him...