Ethan's P.O.V
My eyes scan the classroom looking for anything or anyone interesting. My eyes lock on this boy. I don't think I've seen him before but he's hella cute. He might be knew, I'm not sure.
The desk are set up in groups so I'm able to face him perfectly. I have full view of all of his features.
He also scans his eyes around the classroom. His eyes land on me. I don't look away and neither does he. We're both frozen under each other's gaze. He looks at me with a desperate yet beautiful gaze.
He's wearing a black adidas sweatshirt with black and white adidas joggers. Nice.
He raises his hand most likely to ask to go to the bathroom. His sleeve lifts up a bit showing his wrist. It's filled with scars. Please no.
I wait a couple minutes after he leaves and also raise my hand to go to the bathroom. She surprisingly says yes. I walk out of the classroom pretty fast and forceful earning a couple dirty looks from students. Screw them.
I run down the halls honeslty worried about that boy. He looks so well put together yet so broken. I know he smiles to keep himself from crying. I know because he's me. That's me. I hide all my emotions. I'm so closed off its scary.
Little does anyone know, my wrist are filled with scars. Scars I create myself.
Once I drew a broken heart on my wrist with my blade. The outlined scar is still there to this day. It makes me think I have a tattoo but really, it's just a sign of how broken I really am.
I run through the hallway and stop when I hear loud sobs coming from the boys bathroom. My heart instantly broke and I don't even know the kid.
My legs take control of my body and I push through the bathroom door seeing something I never wanted to see.
He's a reflection of me. I see myself in him.
He stood in front of the mirror looking down at his bloody wrist. He carved a broken heart. He's me.
I was so blinded by his smile to see that he's really hurting.
I ran up to him and grabbed the blade out of his hand and threw it to the ground leaving some blood marks on my hands. I looked at him with tear filled eyes while he did the same.
I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him. He fell to his knees sobbing pulling me down with him. He sobs into my shoulder while I stroke his hair. "Everything's gonna be ok." I said to him.
Then a random name popped into my head. Grayson. Why is this name relevant at all? Wait. "Grayson?" I asked praying his name is actually grayson.
He pulls away from me and looks at me wide eyed. "You know my name?" He asks. His voice cracks making my heart drop. I want all of his pain to go away with the snap of my fingers.
"Yes." I say surprised that's actually his name. I smile and he smiles at me back. I grab his arms softly making sure I don't put pressure on any of his cuts.
"Hey look." I say bringing my arm up next to him. I pull my sleeve up and show him the outline of my scar. It looks almost identical to his. We both smile looking down at our wrist.
"You're a psychopath." I say still smiling. He looks up at me with tear filled eyes.
"I prefer to be called creative." He says.
His art intrigued me. I just wanted to know who the artist was.
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