Love Has No Boundaries (Straight Furry Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: The Depression and The Fight

Tom's P.o.V

I sat in my room, the door locked and the lights off. It had been 2 weeks since me and Derek had that fight and I've not been out of my room much. I picked up my knife and lay the blade on my wrist before pulling it fast cutting it. I let the blood run down my arm and drip off my arm. I didn't really feel the pain anymore, and the blood just stained my shirts and carpet. There was a knock at my door and I walked over and, hiding behind it, opened the door and it was my mum. "Honey, do you want to come down for dinner or do you want me to bring it up again?" She asked. No-one had any idea I cut myself but sometimes I feel like my mum did. "Son, there is no choice. You're coming downstairs and we're eating as a family" my dad said. "Fine dad" I said and he walked downstairs. "I'll call you when it's ready" my mum said as I shut the door. I walked back over to my bed and looked at my wrists and even though there was fur there, the scars were clearly visible. I picked up my knife again and looked at it. I placed it on the right side of my neck and pulled it cutting my neck. I put it down and stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a very happy and unhurt me staring back. I just got pissed and punched my mirror, breaking it and cutting my knuckles. I sighed and put on a glove to cover it. "Tom, dinner" my mum shouted. My wrist and neck were still bleeding so I got my hoodie and put it on and put the hood up. I looked back into the broken mirror to see me now, and I looked so depressed. "I hate myself" I said and walked out my room.

I sat down at the table and Derek's head turned my way before looking back at his plate. "So Tom, what you been up to in your room?" Dad asked. I just ate without replying. "Okay then" he said and looked at my mum. "Honey, why are you wearing your hoodie inside?" She asked but I didn't look up. I kept eating until a drop of red liquid fell onto my plate. I put my paw on my neck and then brought it back down to see it covered with blood. "What's wrong?" My mum said trying to look at my paw but I licked all the blood off. "Just some curry sauce" I mumbled loud enough for her to hear. "Okay then" she said and kept eating. "Hey Champ, when's the next rugby game?" My dad asked trying to cheer me up but I just shrugged my shoulders. I looked up and saw him exchange a worried look with my mum. "Why won't you answer your dad Tom?" Mum asked. "I don't want to talk much" I mumbled and finished my meal. "I'm going back upstairs" I said getting up and turning towards the stairs. A chair scratched the floor and someone tapped my shoulder. "Tom, don't keep shutting yourself away. It's not good for you" Derek said but I just ignored him and kept walking towards the stairs. "Stop with the silent treatment" he said raising his voice. I kept walking and he grabbed my hoodie, pulling it off as I didn't have it done up. I turned to get it back but they all gasped. "Tom, what happened to you, why are you bleeding?" Mum said getting up and looking at my neck wound. "You're very pale too, son" dad said but it didn't care. I pushed mum away and grabbed my hoodie but Derek grabbed my arm. "Tommy, why have you got scars here? Have you been cutting yourself?" Derek asked as I hit his arm but I wasn't strong enough anymore. "Let go of me Derek" I whined at him. "Fine" he said letting go and going upstairs quickly. I went after him but wasn't fast enough. He went to my room and turned my light on before gasping.

Derek's P.o.V

"Mum, Dad! Get up here!" I shouted. Tom tried to push past me but it seemed like he was a lot weaker. "No, get out of my way Derek" he whined. Mum and dad got upstairs and I went in. They entered and were so shocked. "Oh god Tom. Care to explain?!" Dad shouted but there was still worry in his voice. I looked around, there was blood patches in the carpet, most of his shirts were stained, his mirror was broken, there was a bloody knife on his bed and writing on the walls. "'I'm worthless'. 'Life is pointless'. 'Death is inevitable, why wait?'. 'Who would love an autistic husky anyway?'" I read off the walls. They seemed to be written in blood. "Explain yourself!" My dad shouted. "I have no reason to live" Tom said quietly. "Why do you say that Tommy? Youve got so much to live for. What if you find someone you like or someone who likes you?" mum said and I looked at the last message again. I realised it's the last thing I said to him 2 weeks ago. Oh god! Did I break him? Did I send down the path to self-harm? I thought as my dad was shouting at him and he was crying. "You've ruined your carpet, your walls and your life Tom! I hope you realise that!" My dad shouted at him as he backed into his wall. "Please just leave me alone" Tom said while crying. I picked the knife up and examined it as my dad still shouted at Tom. It was the combat knife I gave him a few years ago for his birthday. "Now we're going to leave and you're going to clean up the room! And I don't want to see you till it's spotless" dad shouted. "Derek come on let's go" mum said as Tom slid down the wall to the floor still crying. I shook my head and she realised what I meant and left. I knelt down to hug Tom but he pushed me away. "Tommy, please. You'll feel better" I said holding my arms open. He looked at me and nodded before hugging me and crying into me. "There, there. It's alright Tommy. I'm here" I said quietly to comfort him. I looked up and saw a drawing of Emily on the back of his door. "Now remember, mum and dad might not accept it but I think I will" I said and he looked up at me confused. "A-accept what" he said sniffing. "You and Emily. I think you might make a fine couple but you need to stop hurting yourself" I said and he smiled, the first time I'd seen him smile properly in weeks. "Let's get you cleaned up" I said and we went to the bathroom.

1 Month Later
Tom's P.o.V

I felt a lot better now that I had stopped with the cutting, but the scars are a constant reminder. School was still as boring, even if now I was just my old self again. Emily walked towards me as I had mostly kept away from everyone for the last month and a half. "Hey Emily, you're looking nice today" I said as she stood in front of me. "Don't play innocent. I know you've been staring at me a lot this past couple of months. Why?" She said. "I haven't been looking at you, or have I without knowing it" I said leaning down to her face. She grabbed my head and twisted it to the left. "Why do you have a long scar on your neck?" She asked and I got uncomfortable. I stood up and took her paws off my head but she grabbed my arms. "You have them here too" she said looking at my wrists because I didn't have my hoodie with me today. "Have you been self-harming?" She said and I tried to get away but she wasn't letting go. "Don't tell me it was something I did" she said but still wouldn't let go. "Get off Emily" I said but she refused. "No. Why should I? Maybe I should tell people that you a self-harmer" she said grinning wickedly from ear to ear.

"Get the fuck off!" I shouted and pushed her but felt bad as I did it a little hard. "Oh, you wanna fight, huh" she shouted clenching her fists and walking towards me. "No Emily, I don-" I started before she hit me really hard in the face. "Fine" I said getting into a fighting stance as people gathered around. I went for a direct hit to her little blue nose but she ducked and hit me twice in the side. I grabbed her and kneed her in the stomach, then pushed her to the ground. "Don't try again" I said but she ignored me and swiped my legs making me fall on my back. She climbed on top of me and started hitting my face until I blocked one punch and reversed it. I started punching her over and over in the face until she started bleeding. I gasped and got up, I didn't want to actually hurt her. She got up and got ready to charge "You're dead meat Tom!" She shouted and ran at me. I got ready to block and did as she hit me in lots of places. I found an opening and took it, hitting her stomach, then turned and elbowed her face. She fell to her knees and I got ready to hit her hard in the back of the head but she put her paw up. "Please, stop. I'm sorry. You win" she said. I lowered my fist and held out my paw to help her up. She took my paw and as I helped her up she slapped the left side of my face. I still don't really feel pain but this stung. I looked at her right paw to see her claws out. Feeling my face it felt blood and cuts, one about a centimetre below my eye. "I thought we stopped" I said but she didn't look done. She ran towards me, growling with both sets of claws outstretched. I stood there, ready to grab her by the neck before she tripped over her tail and flew into me, making me lose my balance. We both fell to the floor which hurt but my right ear hurt the most. I thought she might have been lying on it so I pushed her off and sat up. We were both breathing heavily and everyone was gasping around us. We looked at each other and Emily also gasped. She had blood dripping from her mouth and staining her shirt. My ear still hurt so I felt it but it felt rigid. I looked at my paw and it was bloody. My eyes widened and I looked at Emily who took something out of her mouth. She looked at it for a second before throwing it away. I picked it up and it was the top of my ear. "Oh god, I didn't mean to Tom, I'm so sorry" she said as teachers appeared. "What happened here?" Mrs Henry said. She looked at me and gasped. "Both of you, go to the reception, I'm calling your parents!" our head of year, Mr Gold, shouted at us.

Hey did you enjoy that. I don't know because I know that not many people have read this but that's alright. It will just take time. Bye for now.