Silence Gives You Space

Chapter Twelve: Pantaloon

Today was the third venue of Tour De Columbus. It was being held at Express Live.

Today before the show was more of a lazy day, Josh surprising Marcus with a bowl of cornflakes and a cup of tea. Because Marcus is bland and likes cornflakes and tea in the morning. But somehow Josh still loved him.

Marcus didn't really wanna do much recently. Two long concerts, two nights in a row was really bringing the boy down. He opted out of going with everyone for lunch and to play on the skateboards.

Marcus was afraid of skateboards. Last time he rode one he fell backwards and knocked the wind out of his lungs. He had been afraid of breaking his back since. If it was ice skating, he'd be totally down though. Never skateboarding or roller skating though.

Marcus leant back tiredly into the couch, drinking another cup of tea and eating from a bowl of pretzels. He was watching TV. Bob's Burgers was on.

He related with Tina. Boys had nice asses.

Marcus heard a chirp from his phone, thinking it was a text from Josh, Tyler, or Tenea he picked up his phone. But then he realized that he was being spammed with comments and messages on twitter.

He decided to see what the spam was about and opened one. He saw it was on a picture he posted of him and Josh. It was being retweeted, but the messages weren't sweet. Most were sour.

He was being attacked by the part of the Clique that said the wanted to best for Josh. And wanted him happy. But they didn't approve of Marcus. No matter how happy he made Josh.

A few were:

Marcus is just gonna end up using Josh.

Josh isn't happy in this relationship.

Geez pick a gender man! At least trans people can pick one gender they really wanna be!

Did you see all the scars on his face and shoulders? God what's wrong with him.

Marcus saw the tweets standing up for him, but by the time he found them he could barely read the screen. His eyes filled with tears and he set down his phone, tea cup, and bowl of pretzels.

He stood and smoothed out the front of the light grey, oversized star wars shirt he was wearing. He was only in the shirt and a pair of black shorts. He left the living area, entering into the hallway of bunks. He grabbed his bathroom bag and hurried to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door.

Marcus stared into the mirror as he removed his night shirt. He gazed at his bare chest, eyes grazing across his shoulders. He then reached his right hand over to his left shoulder, scratching his nails against the skin.

His nails caught onto the bumps on his skin and the scabs, He began picking at then once again. Ripping the scab from the skin, causing the blood to bubble up to the surface. With the bumps he scratch the skin of the bump of.

Then he reached into his bathroom bag to find his tweezers. He then turned his body slightly to get a better view of his shoulder and back. He used the sharp pointed tweezers to start digging in the bleeding wounds. He ripped off particularly stuck stabs. Sighing when they were removed and the blood could drip free.

After finishing the left side he did the same to the right side. He put on his shirt then, letting the bloody and oozing open wounds leak onto the shirt. It caused the shirt to stick to the wounds.

Marcus noticed a red bump by the right side of his mouth. He frowned and leaned closer to the mirror, giving the bump pressure before scratching at it and tearing the skin off it. He tried to squeeze at it again, even dig around with the tweezers. It started to ooze and bleed.