Growing up (Get Scared Fanfic)

Help I've Fallen and I can't get Up

Nick's Pov.

20 pounds. No change. One blade. 26 cuts. 

School just ended and I couldn't be more relieved. In 2 months I took 3 beatings and a thousand insults. Now that it's summer I can hide in my room to rot and die. I'll probably hang out with Lloyd every now and then, but I just want to be alone for a while. I haven't seen him in just about 3 weeks, which was when summer break started. He said he was going on vacation to Florida and wouldn't be back for a few weeks. He should be back tomorrow, if not later today. I'm scared about seeing him though. He knows about the stupid shit I do to myself, so he'll probably ask about it and I don't want to answer those questions anymore. 

For the past week my mom has been talking about our new neighbors and how I should go be social and talk to their son. But you know what mom... Anxiety. I don't want to make the same mistake with talking to strangers that I did that one time with Brad's friends. I don't care if he's around my age and could make a great friend, I don't care if he's the nicest person on this planet, I hate making conversation with strangers.

I wondered around the forest behind my house for a while. It feels nice outside now that I can go without wearing a jacket. Wrists are hard to hide, I've learned my lesson. I saw a green lizard on a tree, so I tried catching it, but it scurried away before I could. I decided to go to my usual hide out instead of getting lost in the woods. Too late, I have no idea where I am. I started panicking. Ummm what's something that I saw on my way here. Trees. Rocks. No shit Sherlock. This is why I need Brad to do this, I can't do this on my own. Dammit! it's Lloyd not Brad! It's been weeks and I still can't get it right! All I can do on my own is cause self inflicted wounds and write crappy songs about stupid crap that no one cares about. Why the hell am I getting so emotional over this? What's wrong with me?

After a few minutes, I could see the tree house from a distance. As fast as I could, I sprinted over to it. I climbed up. I pushed opened the hatch. And that's a person. My hands went weak from the fear that quickly filled me. I fell from the top and hit my head hard on the dried up leaves and twigs. I groaned in pain, trying to sit up, but failing miserably. 

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Umm Person...?" I heard the person who scared the living shit out of me ask. Their voice is moderately deep so I'm assuming it's a guy, but he doesn't sound like he's older than 17, so hopefully it's not some crazy killer who will try to kidnap me now that I can barely move. "Uh... Do you need me to get help?"

I didn't look at him. I managed to sit up, but I stared straight forward, not knowing what to do. Do I talk to this guy? I didn't want to talk to anyone today. All I wanted to do was stay by myself and enjoy the out doors. Why did he have to show up now out of all days. The day that Bard isn't here. The day that I was almost feeling slightly better than usual. 

"Hey?.. Uh are you.. hurt?" He asked. I didn't answer. "Um... I.. I'm .. Johnny.."

A while passed, and he didn't leave my side. He just sat there beside, fidgeting around. I didn't see what he actually looked like, all I could see from the corner of my eye were his movements. 

"Hey, so if you're okay, I'm gonna leave to you to your shit..." He mumbled, nervously. I looked at him for the first time. Not what I expect to see. I thought he was going to be one of those guys that wears basket ball shorts and shoes with a stupid jersey, but instead he has a fringe, torn up jeans, black vans, and a Korn shirt. Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought.

"... I'm Nicholas..." I muttered.

"Oh.. You can actually talk?!" He sarcastically joked. Never mind, he's a dick already.

"Yeah." I responded. I kept my eyes on the floor, but with my peripheral vision, I could see him staring at me. This is uncomfortable. 

"I just moved here," he said, "I didn't know that the tree house was someones."