*MAX'S POV*
I was becoming stressed, the kid didn't know what he was doing to me.
I was in my second year of university, he was just finishing high school. He doesn't tell me anything, and we've been friends for 10 years..
I knew his exam had just finished, so I waited at the gates for him.
"FAGGOT!" Someone screamed as someone got pushed to the floor. I didn't really care until I heard the familiar sobs.
I walked into the school and helped Cam up. I turned to the kid and punched him right in the jaw. I took Cam's hand and walked out.
*Camerons POV*
I stumbled as we walked, I didn't have any energy left, and my anorexia got worse by the day. I fell onto the floor, unable to get up. I didn't want to move, I just wanted to lie here and die. But apparently Max thinks otherwise. He easily lifted my back up and we kept walking. "You honestly need to go to sleep earlier, Cammy." He smiles slightly and looks back at me.
When we got home, I turned to Max "I-I need to get some pain killers.." I ran to the kitchen and took out 12 white pills. Max took away 10 of them. "Only two, Cammy.." He put the rest back.
Ever since I left my old home and I went to live with Max, he became that family that I needed. But it turned into more than that. He listen to my whining, stayed by my side when I drunk alcohol to drown my problems and took away all of my blades.
Ever since I was little, my parent had always been deeply indulged in alcohol, no matter how hard my sister and I tried, we couldn't control their violence towards us.
Kassie was older than me, she always stood up for me. When I was 10, my father got so drunk that he started smashing his bottles over my head, just as I knew I wasn't gonna live through this, and as he raised his final bottle, Kassie ran in front of my, only to be smacked in the head with the glass bottle, glass and bloody flesh everywhere.
It was already to late when our neighbors called services.
I lost my only family that I loved, to my monsters, I called parents.
Then I met Max, that same day, I had already managed to escape my house and was sobbing quietly on a park bench.
"Hey..you okay?" said a voice.
When I opened my eyes I saw him, he was a skinny, tanned 12 year old boy. He took me to his house and I told his mother and him my story whilst his mother cleaned out the glass from my wound. That day, my anxiety grew and grew and my depression and suicidal thoughts started. I knew at that time that no 10 year old should have to live like that. But soon, my life became the biggest roller coaster of all time.
