Marshall's POV (yes i do his pov a lot so wat)
I can't believe you did that...
So judged.
You made me re-live it.
We're just freaks now.
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I kept my arms crossed, keeping me a bit warm. Dragging footsteps trailed behind me. I stopped. He stopped in front of me. I fell to the ground, and sat down. Thunder shook the sky. I was judged so hard. By everyone.
I looked up at him. His back faced me. Lightning lit up the sky, showing his clenched fists.
"This was a mistake." He said, quietly. I froze. I hope he didn't mean... our relationship. I looked down. He sighed.
"Telling everyone. They... they judged us..." He said. I looked down, putting my hands on my thighs.
"Fuck!" He cursed. I felt a lump in my throat.
We were judged. Badly. I felt horrible.
I'm a freak.
I let out a choked noise by accident. Thunder silenced it. I clutched my pants. I heard him turn around and face me.
The first drop of rain hit my head. I took shaky breaths. Then it all came pouring down. My hair soaked down into my face. I glared up at him. Rain made his hair fall in his face too.
"Marshall. I'm sorry." That rang in my ears over and over.
Marshall. I'm sorry.
Marshall.
I'm sorry.
I felt tears and rain spill over my cheeks. I heard a little thump over the rain. I glared up. He was on his knees. His head in his hands.
"I've fucked everything up." He said coldly. I felt my clothes stick to my cold skin. I clenched my fists.
"They... they hate me. They all hate me. They hate us." I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. I just wanted to curl up and die. But we all know that couldn't happen.
"We're a fucking disgrace to them." He said. I wish he'd stop saying that. It's making me feel worse about myself. I lifted up my shirt. I looked at my scars.
"You're a /freak!/"
"You fags!"
"Fuckin' disgrace! Weirdos!"
The insults stained my mind. Who knew such sweet candy people could be so cruel.
"STOP!" I screamed over the pouring rain and shaking thunder. I couldn't help it. I had to scream. He was making me feel worse. I know he was broken too, but he wasn't helping. He sobbed violently. I stared at him. Just when I thought my heart couldn't break anymore... I crawled to him. He pulled me to him as soon as I was in reach. We cried into each others shoulders.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year...
Our wet skin touching, our broken lives embracing. I clutched the back of his shirt.
"Why can't anything go right anymore." I finally said. I heard him whimper at the pain in my voice. He bawled into my chest. I kept my arms around him tightly.
"They k-... kicked me out." He stuttered. My mouth was right by his ear.
"What..?" I whispered. He clutched onto my shirt, and choked out a cry.
