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I took Scott's car to the store and I eventually got there. It wasn't necessarily a long drive but it had been a while since I actually drove a car.

I picked up many things. Some things that were necessary, some things that weren't necessarily important. But I got them anyway.

As I got to the freezer isle, I grabbed a few things. As I reached from a tub of ice-cream, another hand reached for the same product. The hand was laced with multiple tattoos. One being, 3 bats leading to the base of their hand. I followed the hand, to identify who it was.

As my eyes travelled up the arm, I was revealed to face of the owner. It was Mitch. I hadn't seen him in months, nor did I want to see him. I instantly move my hand back and began to rush away.

"Avi, wait" He called out to me and followed after me. I didn't want to talk to him. I had no business with him.

I didn't stop walking. "Avi, please" He pleaded. He was lucky I had a soft spot in my heart. I stopped walking and turned to face him.

"What do you want?" I spoke sharply.

"I need someone to talk to" He started.

"Don't you have many other people you could talk to? I hardly even know you." I interjected.

"It's about Justin" He added. I could've walked away there and then. But I didn't. I couldn't. I analysed his face and I noticed so much. There was a faint bruise around his right eye. He had bags under his that I assumed were from sleepless nights.

I paused for a while. And just stared at him.  My eyes clouded with sympathy as I saw a tear roll down his cheek. My heart softened at his sadness. I could feel myself tear up. "I didn't know who to turn to and it was just by chance I ran into you and I know you've known him for a while and I just need to talk to someone" He whimpered shakily.

"Let's go pay for our things and we can discuss this elsewhere" I spoke softly.

I could see my past self in him. The sadness, the not knowing who to turn. The pain and marking still remaining on such a young face. He was my past self.

But I would not let him remain alone.

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