Never Gonna Be Alone

Chapter 16---Comfort/What To Do, What To Do...

Laten ran into the bathroom, just barley made it before tears started coming down. He hated it when people got involved with his life, and his business.

He got into the bathroom, and had enough sense to lock it for privacy. True, he could just go into the stall and do it that way, but he wasn't in the mood.

Man, he felt like he could just break something!

Laten paced furiously. He really needed his blade right now. The extra knife would work for now but....

Laten cursed. He completely forgot his backpack. He needed his backpack because his extra knife was in there. Without thinking, without any second thought, he swung his fist and smashed it into one of the mirrors.

The glass shattered everywhere. The noise and the force satisfied Laten a little bit. But he still needed to cut. He felt like everything was spiralling out of control. He knew that the boys would be back, and when they did, he was going to have hell to pay big time. He wonders what they would do to him the next time. Punch and kick him, or something more hurtful? Truth be told, every time he saw they did something to him, Laten could block out the pain. That his how he doesn't cry out. Laten trained his mind so well, that he can block out the physical pain. He just needed work on the emotional pain he was always feeling.

Laten took a piece of glass, and walked toward the wall and slide down. He knew he was letting his guard down. Two full years of putting up barriers, putting up walls so this won't happen. So this right here woulden't happen. He can't break down. He can't let the others win. He can't.

He will not.

Laten pulled up both of his sleeves, unwrapped the gauze, and just looked over all the cuts he had on his arm.

Wow. He was covered with them. There was not a spot on his arm that didn't have a pink, or white line running through it. Even if it was just one.

Laten hated himself. He thought for a brief moment of putting the glass right on his wrist, and wondering how deep it would go in just one slash.

Laten dismissed that very quickly. He may be a lot of things, but he still wanted to live. Suicide just meant giving up, Surrendering, forfeiting.

The last time he checked, that was not in his vocabulary. He just anticipated on instead, cutting just below where his forearm ended.

He was so into trying to position where the knife was going to go, and how he would cut-he did't even noticed the bathroom door being unlocked, and somebody stepping inside.

Tankie knew where to look for his friend. Almost 80% of the time when there where in school, he would either be in, A, An empty classroom when the teacher actually left the door unlocked. B, in the bathroom, or C, somewhere by himself. Tankie knew it was almost impossible to hide in plain sight. But somehow Laten always knew how to do it.

Tankie picked the lock with the help of two paperclips twisted, and folded together.

A he got it opened, he went inside, and found his friend leaning against a wall, and a piece of glass in hand on his arm. It looked like he was trying to angle it in a certain way. Tankie's eyes grew wide as he looked down at the ground and say the broken glass. 

He very calmly walked over to Laten, startling the troubled teen.

Laten's eyes grew wide as he saw his friend. Not now. Why did it have to be now? He knew locking the door would not working with Tankie. He was a master at picking any type of lock. But right now, he did not have the energy to move, to cry, or to speak really. Laten cried until he could no longer.