I won't let go.

Hospital

".....Mitch..."

"Is he alright, sire?"

"Mitch......!"

"..........Mitch!!"

I awoke with an inhaler on my face. I groaned and opened my eyes. I was at a hospital. There was a pack of sap attached to my arm.

I sat up, my head hurting like hell.

I was about to stand up, but then I saw something that made me stop.
It was Scott, lying next to me.

I gulped back a scream and stared at him.

His eyes were closed and I lay back down slowly. I faced him. He looked tired and his red eyes showed me that he'd been crying.

"Sc...Scott..." I whispered, scared that I would break my throat if I talked too loud.

Scott didn't answer and I snuggled closer.

"Scottt."

He eyes jerked open. "Mitch?"

I smiled. "Hi."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?"

I nodded slowly, scared to hurt my head. "Yeah. Although I feel like a glass doll, just about to break."

He laughed, a tear trickling down his cheek. "You look like one too. You know, the big china dolls with the beautiful face."

"Nah. I'm way prettier." I joked, my voice weak.

"Oh you're totally right." Scott said, his face pale. I patted his face.

"I'm just joking around honey. Anyway. What happened to me..? I don't remember anything.."

"Oh honey. I found you in an alley, unconscious. Your breathing was bad and you had like a thousand bruises and scars on your body."

I looked away.
Those were from a long time ago.
Only a few were from Aburt last night.

The rest was from my childhood.

But Scott didn't know.

"Yeah um....I was beaten."

"What? By who?"

I was just about to say Alburt did it.
Then I remembered Scott's words.

"That guy is Alex's father. And this is Alex's party. We'll talk about this..muderer thing later."

"Mitch?"

I blinked. "Yeah, no...Uhm. It's nothing really."

"It's not nothing. You're hurt."

"Scott stop this okay? You're not gonna care anyway. You said you're gonna love me but it's obvious we're not right for each other. And let me just say everything I said was true....But-"

I started to cry. Tears dribbled down my face and I turned so he couldn't see me.

"Mitch what are you talking about?" Scott asked, confused. "What did you say..?"

I shot a look at him and he suddenly got it.

"The murderer thing?" He asked, narrowing his brow skeptically.

"Yes the murderer thing! I don't care what you think about it, it's true! Scott..."

"Mitch how well do you know this man? You know him well enough to call him a murderer? It might seem like a light nickname to you, but to others, it's a completely not okay name."

"Scott he was my stepfather. How better can I know him?"

"Mitch I don't know anything from your childhood and frankly, I don't want to know, if you keep on making things up like this."

I stared at his cold eyes. This was not the man I fell in love with. This was a completely diffrent person.

Just then Alex stepped in. He smiled at me. "Hi Mitch. Are you feeling okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah I'm fine."

Alex's eyes skipped towards the room to Scott and stayed there. He raised an eyebrow and mumbled something under his breath.

"Did you guys...fight?" He asked slowly.

I shook my head. "No. Not really."

"He keeps on making up weird stories." Scott said, lying on his back. I stared at him in disbelief.

"Fine, if that's what you think." I spat.

Then I ran outside, throwing my inhaler and the pack of sap to the floor.

Alex's POV

They had a fight. That was sure.

But there was something very wrong.
Scott.
He was filled with love towards Mitch. Full. 100%. I saw it.

But why was he hurting Mitch?

"Scott what's going on?" I asked carefully.

He shrugged but didn't look at me.

"Scott. Scott Hoying."

No answer.

I grasped his shoulder and turned him around. His eyes were red and tears were streaming out. I blinked.

"Scott...?"

His big blue eyes stared into my brown ones. "A...Alex...." He whispered.

"What have I done...?"

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hii
Okay I know the endings a little weird, sorry if I disappointed y'all. I just have a lot on my mind lately about who I am and where I belong.

I know y'all don't really care, but I'm kinda struggling through my social life and sometimes I feel like I'm not part of this world. I feel like I don't belong.

I don't know why I'm writing this. Possibly to say I'm sorry for the terrible story?

Thank y'all truly for reading. I promise the next chapter will be better. I love y'all. You guys are the reason why I live.
Okay thank you.

Love,

Charlie Brown.