The Blue Tree.

Charlie Smith

Mark's POV
I never thought I'd be at Emma Washnot's house on a Friday night when I could be well spending it with Jack. Well I guess I was going to spend it with him, eventually.

Emma and I made an agreement.

I would tell her about Charlie Smith and she'd help us out cool Chloe. I had to keep my end of the bargain.

I had twenty minutes to explain, then Jack would show up and I'd get to see my beautiful boy get dolled up.

It's weird to think we've only been together for two weeks. I haven't been the most romantic boyfriend ever either...

I should make up for it.

Ah, besides the point! I'm at the doorstep of her house and lucky me, she opens the door.

Surprisingly, she doesn't look like her. Her hairs tied up into a messy bun, she has a sweatshirt and jeans on. Not the classic Emma Look.

Anyhow, she lets me in and dragged me up to her room. The house wasn't a bright pink palace like I imagined it'd always be. It was a real nice house.

We went in her room and there was a mix of pastel colours everywhere.

"Charlie Smith, story, go!" Chloe demanded and patted the seat by her.

"Alright, alright. I grew up in middle school with him. He was a good kid, but he wasn't really a big standout. That was the problem I guess, no one really noticed him. People tried to be his friends, but he'd just reject and reject in fear or something... no one really knew what." I sighed and folded my hands in my lap. It was a touchy subject I suppose.

"Just hurry up quit the backstory!" She grunted and I rolled my eyes. There was more to it than she'd ever know.

"Alright well after awhile there was an incident. Everyone thought he wasn't there one day, but he was. He was just in the back. So we carried on the day and well he got mad because we didn't notice he was in school for awhile..."

"How long." there was a small pause after she said that.

"Two months." God how embarrassing.

"Mark Fishbach!"

"I was in sixth grade, give me a break!" I tried to defend myself, but I really was a jerk back then... and now...

"Fine, fine. Go on."

"So he went mad, tried to bomb the school. It was... terrifying. The alarms went off and everyone panicked. I remember all the terrifying faces as they dashed out. I remember seeing hatred in his eyes. So before he could light off anything, I remember running off and calling the police. I remember after I ended the call he found me. I remember the knife pointed at my chest and he talked harsh to me, letting all his anger out. Demanding my phone, of course I gave him it and well.. he saw my recent calls. I remember shouts echoing the hallway and cops running in, I looked away and he dragged the knife down my chest as he was dragged away. I remember him yelling. I remember being ushered out the building. I remember his mother coming up to me later and apologizing because Charlie wasn't like that. I remember how we never heard of him again and it wasn't just because he was quiet. It was because he was loud."

I took a deep breath and lifted up the bottom half of my shirt, revealing the scar still there after this whole time. I pulled it back down after I heard a gasp from Emma.

"Mark, I-I didn't know. I'm so sorry." She said quietly and held my hand. I bit my lip and before either of us could say another word, the doorbell rang.

Jack was here.