MPHFPC ONE-SHOTS

Therapy

Ok this is a Enorace (my OTP) au. I hope you like it. Self-harm and abuse warning.

Enoch's POV:

I sat in the front seat glaring out the car window. "I don't see why I have to go to therapy." I said angrily. "It's because of that. You get too angry and lash out at people and cause fights at school. You are going whether you like it or not." My mother said sternly as we pulled up to the building. I got out and closed the door as my mom was saying, "I'll pick you up in an hour. Love you." I walked up the steps and went through the front door. I walked up to the lady at the front desk who looked like she really didn't want to be there. "Take seat the doctor will be down in a few minutes." She said to me without looking up from the screen on the computer.

I walked over to the few plastic chairs that were unoccupied and sat next to a boy who looked nervous and who's knee was bouncing up and down rapidly. A few strands of his hair fell to his face so I couldn't quite make out his features. He looked up and saw me staring and gave me a small smile. I smiled and quickly looked down as the heat rose to my cheeks. He chuckled and shifted so he was facing me. "I'm Horace." He said and brought up his hand for me to shake it. "Enoch." I said quietly. "I haven't seen you here before, is this your first time?" He asked curious and I nodded. "So why are you here?" He asked then a wave of realization washed over him. "I'm sorry that sounded incredibly rude." He apologized. "It's fine. My mom is making me do it because of my anger issues and self harm." I said the last part quietly hoping he didn't hear. "Oh." He said clearly hearing the last part. "I have night terrors and I also self harm." He said and I nodded. We talked for a few more minutes until I heard my name call. "Here's my number." He said and handed me a small piece of paper with his phone number scrawled on it.

I sat on the chair in the therapists office while she asked me question with me occasionally shrugging my shoulders or giving short answers. The hour slowly pasted by with me growing more and more annoyed at the questions. "So Enoch why do you hurt yourself?" She asked and I lifted my head to glare at her. "To release stress." I said. "Any other reason?" she asked. "It feels good." I said with a small smirk causing her to have a disgusted look. "Ok your time is up, you may leave." She said and I quickly made my way to the door before she finished her sentence.

I ran to my mom's car parked in the front and we drove home and I made my way to my room. I shut the door and locked it and went to my drawer and grabbed my razor. I went my bathroom and turned on the water till it was steaming up the bathroom. I hopped in and started cutting my thighs. My mom only checks my wrists she never thinks of checking my thighs or stomach. I made dozens of cuts all over my thigh till the was dripping down the drain. I then started on my hips over lapping the scars and cuts I had previously done. I cleaned my self up then got out and grabbed a towel. I made my way over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of underwear and sweat pants.

I went lay down in bed and realized I hadn't eaten anything today. I haven't eaten in about a week not like anyone notices and my ribs are starting show more and more. The last time this happened I past out from lack of food and had to go to the hospital. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was 6 pm and then I remembered I had Horace's number.

E: Hey its Enoch

I waited for a reply and felt my phone buzz a few minutes later.

H: Hey, how are you?"

E: I've been better.

H: Aww what's wrong? :(

E: I cut again and I'm just feeling really sad

H: Oh. Do you want to hang out tomorrow to take your mind off of everything?

E: Sure want to come to my house?

H: Sure I'll see you tomorrow at 3. I gtg bye

E: Ok bye.

I put my phone on my dresser and decided to go to sleep.

Horace's POV:

I stared at the ceiling above my head finding my self too scared to sleep. I couldn't handle the nightmares again. I started thinking about Enoch and found myself drifting into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up shooting up straight put of bed and realized I didn't have a single nightmare all night. I had a huge grin on my face proud of myself that I didn't have any nightmares.

I looked down at my wrists and saw the cuts I made the previous day. My smile faltered as I remembered the events that happened when I got home from therapy yesterday.

I walked through the front door slightly sweating from having to walk home from the therapy building. I quietly closed the door hoping to not draw too much attention and tip toed down the hall to the stairs. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" My fathers loud drunken voice yelled. "I-I-I-I-" I stuttered trying to form words to come out my mouth. The next thing I knew I was on the floor holding my stomach where I had been punched. I then felt more blows to my stomach and punches on my body and arms. It stopped after a few minutes and I closed my eyes and heard the front door slam shut. I slowly made my way towards my room up the stairs slightly limping. I grabbed my razor and sat sat down on the floor and started to make marks all over my forearm. The blood started to trickle to the floor and I got a tissue to clean it up.

The memory made me shudder and I felt tears cascade down my cheeks. I wiped them away and started to get ready to go to Enoch's place. I picked a Blink 182 sweat shirt and black skinny jeans and slipped on my vans. I grabbed my keys and wallet and climbed through the window down the little ledge and jumped the last few feet down. I made my way to Enoch's house and knocked on the door. Enoch answered and he was wearing a pair of sweatpants with the Nirvana smiley on them and an All Time Low t shirt. "Hey." I said and gave him a hug. "Hi." he said and hugged back. "Come in. My mm is at work right now and wont be home till really late." He said and I nodded. "So what do you want to do?" I asked. "Want to go up to my room and watch movies?" He asked and I nodded. We went up the stairs.

Enoch's POV:

I led him up the stairs to my room and opened the door. We walked in and he stared at all my posters that covered my walls. "I love you room." I said after a few minutes and I chuckled. "Thanks." I said. "You can pick the movies they're over there I'm gonna go and get some snacks." I said and made my way to the kitchen. I got some sodas, chips, and candy and went back to my room. "Lets watch this one first." Horace said and handed me The Corpse Bride. I put in the movie and we sat down on my bed. Half way through the movie Horace rested his head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I looked down at his cute features and put my arms around him. I shifted us so we were lying down with my arms around his waist and his head on my chest. I soon found myself falling asleep.

I decided that I'm gonna make another book and its going to follow along to story.Please vote and comment!

BYYEEEE!!!!!!!