I'm Pathetic Trash

the title was too long so now it's just this

"Do it." Tybalt whispered, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

He played with my hair, knowing how much I loved it. I put my head on his shoulder as I sobbed. I was getting his shirt soaking wet, but he didn't care.

"Shh, just do it and it'll all be fine." He continued to whisper, not wanting Viola to hear.

I looked up at him, my cheeks all red and puffy.   He looked so perfect. His jet black hair perfectly framed his heart shaped face. His jaw line was so sharp it could chisel granite, and his large emerald green eyes were evenly spaced apart. Every part of him was perfectly symmetrical, it was amazing.

Me on the other hand, well I don't even want to describe myself. I was just your stereotypical teenage girl, which was nothing compared to Tybalt, nor Viola.

Viola was just as perfect as Tybalt. She was the definition of beauty, long natural blonde hair dyed lavender, sparkling gray eyes, and cheekbones that could kill a thousand armies. Her eyebrows were always perfectly groomed, and her skin was smoother than a baby's bum.

"I can't... I want too, but I can't. W-Won't Viola be mad?" I asked, my voice cracking half way through my sentence.

He stopped playing with my hair and put his arms around me, holding me close. "She'll understand."

"She'll be disappointed!" I yelled.

"Why on earth would she be disappointed? She's happy as long as you're happy, you know that." Tybalt shot me a devilish grin, the one he knew I loved so much.

Viola came rushing into the room, having heard my yelling.

"Is everything all right?" She asked in that angelic voice of hers.

She looked down at the floor and saw the two of us cuddling together. Her eyes went wide. She rushed over to us and pushed Tybalt over, igniting the flame inside his body.

"Don't you dare touch her!" She yelled.

Tybalt looked at her with anger in his eyes. He stood up quicker than I had ever seen.

"How dare you touch me?" He yelled back.

Before I knew it the two were having a full out battle, equipped with punching and yelling and kicking. I didn't know what to do, all I could do was just sit back and watch. I felt horrible for doing so, but I'm not the best at doing what I want to do.

I put my face in my palms, sobbing harder than I was before. I stopped listening to their argument, I just couldn't concentrate anymore.

The two of them stopped arguing and looked down at me, noticing how silent I was. They saw me as I violently shook and covered my face.

Both of the kneeled down in front of me, a look of compassion on their faces.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Tybalt's soft voice spoke.

I didn't look up. I refused. I hated it when they saw me like this, when anyone saw me like this. I wasn't very big on talking about my feelings, but I could always talk to them. They'd listen, although they did tend to argue, so it was best to talk to one without the other being present.

They both had extremely different ways of coping with their problems, methods the other didn't agree with. They always tried to get me to use their methods. Often times I listened to Tybalt. Viola hated that.

It wasn't my fault I listened to Tybalt, it was just that he happened to be around more. A lot more. Unlike Viola, he was almost never busy. He was always there for me, although I'm not too sure that was a good thing.

"It's okay, we're here." Viola whispered, her voice just as soft as Tybalt's.

The two of them hugged me. Tybalt played with my hair and Viola soothingly stroked my arm.

"Do it." Tybalt whispered into my ear, not loud enough for Viola to hear.

"Don't do it." Viola did the same in the other ear.

In that moment, I had no clue what to do. I felt as if I did do it, I'd disappoint Viola and if I didn't, I'd disappoint Tybalt.

Who was I supposed to disappoint? Viola or Tybalt? There was no way out of this, I either had to do it or not.

I wanted to do it, but I knew I shouldn't. I clutched my left arm. Don't do it. I repeated in my head. Don't. Do. It.

Tybalt grinned at me. "Come on. You know you want to." He whispered.

"I-I can't." I mumbled.

Viola smiled. "That's it, don't listen to him." She soothed.

I looked at Tybalt. I couldn't disappoint him, not after everything we had been through together. I had to do it.

Then I looked at Viola. I knew I shouldn't do it. It was the wrong thing to do, I had to listen to her.

Except I didn't.

I slowly rose my left arm to my mouth, biting into it. I bit down as hard as I could without drawing blood, not wanting my parents to find out. Soon after I began scratching the same arm until the entire thing was red.

Tybalt and Viola both stood up. Tybalt was so proud, whilst Viola was extremely disappointed. She shook her head at me and disappeared.

Tybalt smiled at me and gave me one last hug before he too, disappeared.

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Was this well written? No. Did it make any sense? Probably not. Why did I name everyone after Shakespearean characters? I don't know.