troubled

just a nosebleed

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??? p.o.v

the new kid sat down next to me . apparently he was abused by his dad and he maned up and told the cops.im not so different.my mom did he same to me.im michayla by the way.im 16, blue eyes, blue and purple emo hairstyle.im 6 foot tall, skinny because im anorexic.not extreme anorexic, but I dont eat much.im a emo though, I cut because of my mom and the bullying at my school.also because the death of my dad.

the new kid.....hes kinda cute.in the abused-emo-really sad way.he had jet Black hair. black eyes, literally.6 foot 2.skinny, but slightly muscled and not in the anorexic skinny way.he was wearing a hollywood undead top, black jeans and black and white converse.small scars covered his wrists and he looked pale because of them.

"hey" I say, trying to warm up to him.he just looked at his food, not looking hungry at all.he got up, threw his untouched food in the bin and walked out.stuck up asshole I think, then I instantly regret it.he just got beaten up by his dad.why am I thinking this.

nicks p.o.v

im sick of the cheeriness of this place.everyone here is troubled.i dont want to be comforted.i just want to be miserable.

"stop trying to cheer me up! itll never work anyway"i shout at the house. im outside, a knife in my hand.

I scrape it across my arm, not cutting a vain unfortunately.the blood gushed out of my arm, some drops of it smearing onto my clothes.i wipe off the blood and run to my room.i put the shirt in the wash, and pull on a black veil brides top.some of the blood is still on my arm but I ignore it.i hear a gasp behind me.

that girl who sat next to me, she was looking at my arm.shit I shouldve wiped off the blood.oh well.she relaxed and shrugged her shoulders.

"ah I dont blame you, I cut too"she says, and I get a good look at her.shes kinda pretty, in an anorexic emo style way.she was 6 foot, blue and purple emo hairstyle.anorexic as I said, and her eyes were a dull shade of blue.as she said, she cutted.i saw the scars on her wrists, barely covered by bracelets.i nod at her.

"im nick.16 years old" I say.she smiles shyly.

"michayla. 16.....we're the only two emos here you know.the other people are all abandoned or abused"she explained.i nod, my jaw set tight.i remembered my dad, I remember my mom's death.

"the blood is just a nosebleed"i say.she snorts.

"yeah, sure kid"she giggles, walking up to me with a cloth.she grabs my arm and cleans it.i groan.

"you didnt need to do that"i say.she shakes her head and hugs me.

"we're here for you.all of us.forget the past and worry about the future kid" she says softly.her voice, its relaxing to hear it.like the feeling you get from beer.i smile and hug back.

"thanks, but I cant just forget my hellish past.my losses, they're to bad to forget in a heartbeat"i say back, getting out of the hug and walking into the woods that surround the care home.i climb a tree and lay down in a fork near the top if the tree.i need some time alone.

michayla p.o.v

I follow him into the woods.i see nick in a tree, wiping his eyes.has he been crying? I dont know, but im gonna see if hes ok.

I climb up the tree and wave at him from above him.he waves back, tears in his eyes.i climb down and I sit down opposite him in the tree.

"you ok, nicki minag?"I joke, lightly punching his shoulder.he nods, his jaw set tight.i sit down next to him.

"you gotta forget it, nicki.the guys will completely block you out if you do it to them.they are kind people, ive been with them for five years.just stick with me, and ill help you through this.ill be your friend nick.you just gotta let me in"i say softly, reaching for his hand.i squeeze his hand, and give him a reasurring smile.

he was looking straight into my eyes.he was leaning in. what the hell? I cant kiss him, not after what happened to me.but I still lean in, forgetting the past.our lips were about to touch but he stopped.his phone rung, and he answered it.

I heard everything.

"hey sasha.what? him? why the fuck are you doing this to me? well fuck you too you fucking slutty asshole!" he screamed into the phone. he threw the phone away and jumped out of the tree and lamded on his feet.i jump after him and I drop down in front of him. I gave him a what happened look amd he just stormed past me.i saw him grab the knife out of his pocket and he was about to cut himself but I stopped him.i kissed him on the lips for a split second and I hugged him.i wanted to kiss him again but I wasnt going to push it.

"ive been in so many break ups and I know how it feels, but dont kill yourself because of that bitch.sasha didnt deserve you.your mom wouldn't want you to do this.she would want you to forget, so forget.im your friend remember? ill help you out"i say, taking the knife out of his hand.he lets me take it and he goes to his room.i lick my lips, tasting his on mine. he tasted so good.like chocolate and mint.oh my god.i smelt his scent on my clothes.he smelt like sea water and sea salt.cool.