Bipolar (Scott x Vincent)

Part Nineteen

~~~~sadness~~~~

Fritz's P.O.V
"Um...Th-There not hickeys." Vincent stutters quietly.
"What was that?" Scott asked angrily.
"I said that their not hickeys!" He yells.
"Really then what are these bruised red marks on your neck that look exactly like hickeys?" He poked Vinnys neck really hard on each spot where he had one.
"Ow!" He flinched and pushed Scott way. "Someone kept pinching me."
"Yeah sure." Scott rolls his eyes and then takes Vincent by the front of his sweatshirt. "Who gave them to you?!"
"N-No one!!" He screams. A bunch of people turn and look.
"Tell me before I give you a beating in front of everyone!" Scott growls.
"Yeah you do that. Then try and find someone that'll go out with you or even be friends with you." He laughs.
"Don't be a wise ass." He growls again and grabs both of Vincent's wrists, pinning him against the lockers.
"Now tell me...who gave those to you..." he says slowly, digging his fingernails into his wrists.
"Scott!! Stop really! That hurts!" Vincent screams in pain.
"Tell me who gave them to you!" Scott screams back. Vincent was really stubborn. Which was good for me since I was not exactly in the mood to get in a fight with Scott.
"I...I can't!" He yelps.
"Fine!" Scott screams loudly and let's him go. "you're such a male slut and you're worthless!! You can't get anything right in your life you god damn retard I hope you go kill yourself you stupid kid!!!" Scott screams again and then storms off. Vincent slides down against the lockers and starts to cry. Trying to hide it by covering his face with his hands. A bunch of older students crowd around him asking him if he's okay until I push through the crowd and help him up.
"N-No!" He pushes me away and runs off at great speed into the bathroom. I decide to leave him alone for a while. Maybe he just needs time to think.

Vincent's P.O.V
I sit against the wall and cry hysterically. Scott was right. His words echoed in my head
Worthless
Slut
Retarded
Kill yourself
I ruined it for myself. It's my fault that Scott said that...it's my fault Scott hits me...it's my fault my dad almost killed my mother...it's my fault my dad hates me...it's all my fault.
As the thoughts fill my head
I'm better off dead
I take out my razor
I put it to my wrist
I dig it in
I slightly twist
Making cut after cut
As I stare at the blood
Pouring on to the floor
I don't care anymore
Tears fill my eyes
It's my time to die...

Just then I hear the faint sound of the door opening. The male quickly leaned down next to me. It wasn't someone I knew. He was saying stuff that I couldn't hear. I felt myself being picked up as he ran out into the hall with me.
My head starts spinning
As I slowly look back
I look down at my red arms
Then everything goes black...