Please Try To Ignore (Bleeding Trapdoor)

mornings.

Mornings.

The streaks of dawn were tinged with pink and orange.

The colours of false promises.

For him, mornings were one big lie. The idea, of being fine in the morning

was a lie. He put on a smile, rehearsing it in the mirror before walking out of his home, staring up to an empty sky.

The smile fooled everyone. Didn't it always?

There was another boy, not far away from the other, who loved mornings. The feeling of a new start, was always an incredible feeling. A chance to start anew, do whatever he willed with his life. If he didn't like what he did one day, he could simply be different tomorrow.

The boy walked through the hallways, staring at his feet.

"Emo!" He heard behind him.

"Cutter! No one needs you."

"You're better off dead! Why don't you just die?"

Everyone stood around him, for something he couldn't control. Hurting himself was like breathing. Incredibly necessary to him. How could he stay alive if he didn't slowly kill himself in the process?

Everyone stood around him, as if watching the boy suffer was a sick, twisted show for their enjoyment. The boy begged for everyone to ignore him. Of course he wasn't heard, he never was. The words didn't leave his lips. They never did.

Days bled into another. As they always had.

The boy who loved mornings, seemed quite content with his life. He had a circle of friends, and interests and excelled in academics. But the second his head hit the pillow on his bed, the voices came out. They weren't his voices. He could never recognize them. But they were terrifying.

The next day, the boy looked happily out the window, knowing his nightmare had left him with the arrival of a new day. He practiced a smile in the mirror, rehearsing it, before stepping out and staring at a sky full of promises for a better day.

The smile fooled everyone. Didn't it always?

 Today, however, was different.

The boy who loved mornings met the boy who hated them.

"Class, please find someone to work with on your next task." The teacher said.

The boy who loved mornings went and talked to the boy who hated them. He certainly didn't have to. He had plenty of other friends who would love to work with him.

"Will you work with me?" He asked. The other boy's mind was full of dangerous, dark thoughts he did his best to recollect before saying one word.

"Okay."

His voice sounded like.....pain.

Pain could be described in so many ways.

Some say pain is when you scrape your knee, or lose someone you love.

For this boy, pain was the stinging, bleeding lines. It was everywhere. Pain was the thoughts of just dying, like he felt he should.

Pain was being ignored. Even if this was exactly what he wanted.

The work period was quiet. One boy introduced himself to the other.

"I'm Tyler. Nice to meet you."

The other boy was reluctant to do the same, but he did.

"I'm Josh. Its nice to meet you too."