Scömìche Short Stories

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Hi, I'm sorry I haven't been online for a while, but I don't think I'm going to get back into writing. I've been suffering from clinical depression and major social anxiety, which has kept me from attending school. Once again, I'm very sorry. This is an old draft I had saved, and it is unfinished, I never got around to finishing it. This is for you, Jazznat99.

TW: Mention of suicide and self-harm
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"Hey, Mitchie!" Scott asked chirpily, sitting on the couch next to Mitch. He pulled Mitch into his side, wrapping an arm around him. "How are you, my love?"

Mitch looked up and flashed a smile. "I'm great! Thanks for asking, Scotty." He leaned into the man's chest. Scott kissed his forehead as he hummed in contentment.

"I love you, beautiful," Scott said, tilting Mitch's chin up with his fingers, leaning in and kissing him. "Don't ever forget that. Okay? Promise me." He asked once he pulled away. Mitch nodded. "I promise."

Later that night
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Mitch sat in a pile of his own tears as blood was gushing from his thighs and wrists. He hadn't meant for it to end up this way, again, but he couldn't help it. The comments really got to him this time.

He had made a cut somewhere on his body for every time there was a hateful comment directed towards him.

"Omfg who's the emo fag?" Cut.
"Lol, Mitch is ugly" Cut.
"Wtf Mitch dresses like a girl! He's so hideous" Cut.
"Mitch is such a whore." Cut.

Mitch was a sobbing mess scrolling through the YouTube comments. He kept scrolling until he came across a comment that literally made his heart break.

"Why is Mitch even there? He doesn't do anything. His voice is horrible. He's ugly. He should just kill himself."

Instead of making a cut, Mitch dropped the blade. Those words really got to him. "He should just kill himself."

"The world would be better off without me. I'm a horrible singer, I'm an attention whore, Scott probably doesn't even love me..."

Oh.
Scott.

"He loves me, right? He's always calling me worried about me..."

"He... He does love me, right?"

"Maybe he wouldn't love me if he found out I was a stupid little suicidal brat..."

Mitch's eyes filled with tears again at the thought of Scott leaving him. He couldn't leave him.... Scott was the only reason why he was holding on.

Mitch quickly sat up and ran out of his house, grabbing his keys.

He sprinted to his car and flung open the door, getting in.

He put his keys in the ignition and pulled out of the driveway, sobbing.

He sped to the local hospital and ran into the building and took the stairs to the roof.

Ding!
Ding!
Mitch sat down on the edge of the building and pulled his phone out.

Two new messages from Scotty. He quickly unlocked his phone and went to his messages.

Scotty: Hey Mitchie! I'm on the way to your house. I'm about to walk pass the hospital. See you in a few!
Scotty: Is someone on top of the hospital? Look out your window... I think someone's on top of there!

Mitch's heart dropped. He was talking about him. Oh no...

Ding!
He turned on his phone again.

One new message from Scotty.