It's real

Thoughts

(Mitch POV)

I can't get out of the MPR. It's locked.

Long story short, I was in the hallway when I saw Kirstie's dad. I got in between the two. Her dad shot me in the leg. I was on the floor and Kirstie begged him not to kill me.

He shot her and locked me in the MPR of course the one with sound proof foam. I've tried to get out but there is no lock in the inside.

I'm bleeding, crying. All I can think about is Scott. My angel. His lips pressing against mine. His hand touching my face, moving away my bang.

Bang.

That sound.

Is scarring.

That shot.

Was for you.

But she took it instead.

Thoughts filled my brain all morning in the MPR. Those thoughts.

Is he dead too?

Who is dead?

Will you be soon?

More and more thoughts.

How much more therapy?

How many funerals?

Will one be yours?

Will people miss you?

All the thoughts stop. All the tears rolling down my face stop. Someone unlocks the door.

"Mitch? Thank goodness you are alive I thought you were dead. You are special. You are my special boy, man."

I looked up. I couldn't stand up. He helps me up.

"Kirstie! Where is she?" I ask.

"One second.. there is something we need to take care of." He responds.

He puts a music book in between the door so it doesn't lock. He starts to kiss me. He kisses me against the wall.

"I can't you are-" I try to say. But am interrupted with him taking off his shirt, then mine.

"Yes you can." He responds.

"Can you please stop?"I ask.

He smirks. He puts his fingers through my hair while kissing me on the neck.

He picks me up. I bleed even more. He undoes my belt. I look at him, he goes dark, the whole room does too.

This is what it's like being dead.

I am no longer being raped.

This is peaceful.

It turns from peaceful to chaotic.

"OH MY GOD!! Mitch!! I never saw you bleeding. Here, I'm going to put our shirts back on." He explains.

He kisses me on my forehead.

"I hope I taught you well. I need to go get help. See you, Grassi." The Home economics teacher said. He said.

When he picked me up I must have bled much more. My wound was bigger and was bleeding more. I pass out again.

I'm sorry.

I will no longer have your trust.

I tried.

I wanted it to stop.

Did I?

Peaceful. No panic attacks or anxiety. No pressure. Just. Peaceful. Then I see an angel walk in. My angel. Scott.

"Mitch wake up.. I need you. I love you... I'm sorry I wasn't here. Kirstie may die, you can't die too. Please Mitch.. I need you." Scott said while crying, the most I've ever seen him cry.

I wasn't going to give up on him. My angel.

"Scott get someone besides the home economics teacher."

He looks at me in a panic. As he gives me the deep confused gaze. He figures out what happened by looking at my belt. It was undone.

"Mitchy! Paramedics are he-" he stopped when he saw Scott.

Scott stood up and talked to him in the hallway. Where I was "my I couldn't see them. I heard them yelling at each other. Scott was accusing him of rape. The teacher was trying to convince Scott that he didn't rape me. The paramedics came and put me on a stretcher. As they carried me to the front doors I looked at Scott and the Home Economics teacher.

"You raped my boyfriend, a student. You are a teacher. That is not okay. You know what..." he turned around and looked at me.

"I'm sorry Mitchy.." followed by a punch to the teacher's face.

The teacher fell on the floor. Scott followed me and held my hand. From the School doors all the way to the ambulance doors.

"Can I come? He is my boyfriend. I need him. He needs me." Scott looked at me and the paramedics.

They let him stay with me.

"Jeremy is already at the hospital. Kirstie needs surgery. Avi, Esther and Kevin will probably have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. You got raped. I don't know what will happen to me. I'm scared Mitchy."

I held his hand tighter. I took a deep breath. As I exhaled I got these words out.

"It will be ok.."

I had much more to say. I inhaled again. As I exhaled I got one more phrase out.

"Promise, together we will be strong."

Scott put my hand on his lips. A tear rolled down his face. He looked up at me. He kissed my palm and then closed my palm.

"I promise." Scott said as more and more tears started coming from his eyes.

I'm tired.

My leg hurts

I just want to die.

Potentially be with Kirstie.

Those thoughts were in my mind until Scott kissed my palm and closed it.

My angel.

I'm awake for him.

I can handle the pain, for him.

I want to live for him.

I love him.

So much.