Meant For Me ❀ Narcel

❀Eyes On Fire❀

N.H.

I caressed Marcel's cheek as he slept. He was just...I don't know how to put it into words. Beautiful wasn't enough. Amazing didn't do much either. Marcel was...greater than I could ever imagine...and he most definitely didn't deserve any of the shit that happens to him at school.

I've tried to find the root of the problem by asking Stefan and Trevor why they're so fixed on making Marcel's life a living hell. And you know what they said?

Because it's fun, Niall.

He's just an easy target, Niall.

They honestly didn't have a real reason to bully him the way they do except to bring pleasure to themselves by bringing displeasure to poor Marcel. I've tried stopping them before. Marcel may not believe it, but I have. I've probably saved him from numerous injuries caused by either Stefan or Trevor and he'll never know unless he trusts me.

I took my hand away from Marcel's cheek when he let out a little sigh before turning on his side; his back facing me. That's when I began to play with his hair. It was just so soft to the touch. As I twirled the ends of his long hair between my fingers, my mind wandered back to earlier at the library when he accused me of being a vampire. I softly chuckled again. This boy has some crazy imagination. Sure, my absence after actually talking to him did somewhat correlate with Edward's absence in Twilight after he had an encounter with Bella. But I am in no way a vampire. I'm not a werewolf for that fact either.

I lightly began to trace the muscles in his back. He shivered at the contact, but I didn't stop. Maybe this was soothing him, at least I hope so.

When I heard a voice from the other side of Marcel's door, I slowly got out of his bed and walked to the door only to quickly press myself against the wall when the door slowly opened.

"Marcel?" It was his sister. I watched as she walked over to his bed and sat down. "Marcel, are you awake?"

I continued to watch her as she rubbed her hand up and down his arm. When she gasped, I assumed she just realized the tattoos inked on her brother's skin, but then I watched her lift up his right arm, only one that had a single tattoo, and I just knew that wasn't the reason.

"Marcel, no...no no no."

I had a feeling I knew what it was now.

"I don't care what you said, Marcel," she got up from the bed. "I'm going to be a better sister to you. I promise."

She left the room and closed the door behind her without even realizing I was in the room. I walked back over to the bed only to stop before I laid beside Marcel. I could hear Marcel's sister talking to someone. By how the conversation was going, the other person must've been their father. She was trying to explain to him what was going on with Marcel but he wasn't having any of it. I wanted to go out there and demand that he listened, but I didnt want them knowing I was in their home uninvited. And who knows what they'd do to Marcel for it.

So I laid beside him and looked at his right arm myself. I felt along it and found what his sister found. I frowned; I didn't like the idea of him trying to end his life.

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

It's nothing to joke about and I hear students at school telling him to just do it; to put himself out of his misery. I want to go and personal knock the shit out over every single one of them.

"I wish I could take the pain away," I whispered in his ear.

Sure, I'll admit that I do like Marcel. I have for awhile actually. I know it sounds bad that I didn't step in sooner, but I was taught to stay out of people's business and to stay out of trouble. I really wish I hadn't because maybe, just maybe, Marcel wouldn't feel as alone as he does.