The Party At The Parade

Silent Screams

Garroth (Pov) (didn't see that did ya?)

'Nonononnono.... No! Not like this! Not another scar to my memories. Not him again. Stop, make it stop! Please, not again!' My thoughts raced through my head as I broke down in my room, memories of him reappearing nonstop. Tears flowed down my face as I silently sobbed making my way to bed. I bend down and grabbed a small cardboard box out from under it.

'Garroth, remember me' the sharp, metallic blade in my hand whispered, 'Come on you know you should, you deserve this.'

I swiftly lock my door and held the blade against my thigh.

One for your stupidity.

Another for getting shot.

Another for loving your friend.

Two for being a wimp.

Five for not saving Zane.

Three for not protecting them.

Two for being a screw up.

Another and another.

I kept going until each of my thighs had 15 cuts and my chest 20. I got out my bandages and wipes, cleaning and bandaging myself up before leaving my room to wash my face to hide my tears. Once I was done, I ran into Laurence.

"S-sorry L-Laurence. I-I d-didn't s-see y-you there," I stuttered, mentally face-palming for my stupidity.

"It's fine, Stutter-king. I was actually gonna ask you if you were okay. You looked pretty torn up about the Zane thing," Laurence said with his beautiful voice.

"I-I'm f-fine. D-don't worry," I said in a quiet voice. He looked at me skeptical, worry filled me. What if he finds out. He'll think I crazy. He'll start asking questions.

"Come on lets go to your room and talk about this" Crap!

He led me back to my room, locking the door after I entered, "Spill it, Garroth. I know something is wrong. You can tell me anything, I just want to help."

His caring eyes, why does he care. I'm disgusting, fat, and complete utter trash. Why does he care I'm worthless, it's better for me to not even exist.

"Garroth, what's wrong you're crying," Laurence asked again, worry seeped from his voice.

"Laurence, why does it matter? Why do you even care? I'm nothing, I deserve every ounce of pain I get. Why do you even waste time on me," I asked tears rolling back down my cheeks.

"Garroth, I care about you, you are and never were nothing, you're something to us, your friends," he replied.

"But, why? I've done nothing but ruin and destroy everything," I say through the tears. I felt a tight embrace as I wiped my tears away.

"Because, no matter what ever anyone says or thinks my opinion of you will never change. Garroth, I love you," Laurence whispered before kissing the top of my head. My heart was fixing to explode, the love of my life admitted he loved me. "Garroth, can you please tell me why you cut, I know it's not because of the Zane thing because it has been going on for a while, I know."

"How did you find out?," I questioned before turning around and hugging him back.

"I saw it last time we were swimming and we all had that holding our breathe contest, your shorts went up slightly and I saw them," he explained.

"Okay, but do I really need to tell you why?," I asked.

"It might help and make you feel better," he replied once again kissing the top of my head.

"Okay..." I started as memories flooded back in.