Save Me (boyxboy)

Save Me pt. 1

The house seemed to become more dark and menacing with every step forward. The door stood open a crack, taunting me. I could swear I heard the booming laughter of something sinister as I drew closer and closer. The hairs on my neck stood up and I could feel my skin prickle with hundreds of chill bumps that were only noticeable by myself.

“Come on Carson. Man up and get it over with.” I whispered to myself even as my feet started to slow down considerably. I was less than a hundred feet to the door and it took all of my mental strength and will to continue on. My body started to shake slightly and I took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly.

A car door slammed and I flinched back with a huff, turning my head in the direction of my neighbor’s driveway. He was on the phone while leaned against the side of his car, laughing at something the mystery caller must have said. It saddened me a little to witness something as simple as a chuckle. Why couldn’t I have that?

“Dude! No!” The guy yelled out, laughing again. I think his name was Nathan or maybe Garret. My mind couldn’t remember or maybe I never knew and just stuck him with a random name. He moved in next door to us three years ago and I could probably count on one hand how many words we’ve said to each other.

He more than likely thought of me as some half mute freak. It wouldn’t really be a surprise. Everyone thought of me along those lines. I’m sure they were all just sitting around, waiting for the day that they would be proven right as they watched the nine o’clock news, announcing the suicide of one of Glenplace’s own teenage boy. Well that is after they spend a good ten minutes going over each class they’ve had since primary school while wondering if they even know a boy named Carson because I’m pretty sure I’m more invisible to everyone around then even I could know.

I can’t even be sad about it anymore. I brought this on myself really. I could have spoken up and made myself known. I could have told the truth when my art teacher asked last year about the fresh purplish bruise that resembled long fingers across my forearm. Hell, I could have done a number of things to prove that I’ m real and I needed help. But I didn’t. I stayed quiet convinced I would get it even worse when my secret was found out. And now it’s been too long. Who would believe me?

My breath stuck in my throat as I caught a glimpse of our living room curtain fall back into place. He knows that I’m home and standing in the middle of our freshly cut lawn. He’s probably smirking to himself as all the evil images play through his mind. All of the stuff he can do to me and know he will get away with because I’m too weak to tell. Not that it would matter. Like I said who would believe me.

“Hey! Carter, isn’t it?” My head swished back around to face my neighbor and my eyes widened a bit as I realized that he was talking to me. Why would he talk to me? I’m nobody…

“Um, Carson.” I bit down on my lip, taking one small step closer to the guy as he still lounged against his small black sports car. His arms crossed over his chest as he rolled his eyes, a light smile gracing his lips.

“Right. Carson. Sorry.” He chuckled and I shrugged my shoulders. As if I care that he didn’t know my name. At least he attempted to call me something other than freak or fag. “Isn’t it crazy that we’ve lived next to each other for a while now and don’t even know each other’s name? Bet you don’t know mine.” He smirked, knowing that he was right.

“Nathan?” I tried and he laughed hard, bracing a hand on the hood of his car. Guess I was wrong. I felt a blush coming on and it surprised me considering it feels like years since I’ve let myself show even the slightest emotion in front of another person. I tend to wait till I’m alone in my room and even then it’s more anger and desperation.