(COMPLETE) Please, don't try to fix me. - Book 1.

8. (!)

Scott's POV.

Two weeks flew by. Mitch and I have become really close now. He's literally perfect and that scares me, a lot. He's breaking through my walls and I don't know how to handle that. I try to stay calm around him... But the truth is, I can't.

My heart beats faster when he sits next to me during grouptherapy, his giggles make me melt. I don't know how or whenever this has happened, but it's bad.

I've thought of keeping some distance, but he keeps attracting me. I'm a dumbass for letting this happen to me. Mitch is what they call 'one hell of an attractive femme boy' and I fell for him.

So, here I am. Sitting on the bathroomfloor. My mind is driving me insane. It hurts not being able to have control of my own mind. Cutting myself is so tempting right now. I look at the sink, if only I could just pull one of those metal things off.

I crawl closer to the sink and pull at the metal thing, it comes off. That was easy.

I trace my fingers over my hipbones and put the metal thing against it. Cut. Again. And again. Until my mind seems to calm down. I snap out of my trance when I hear someone call my name.

"Scott?"

Shit, it's Mitch. I look down at my hands. Blood, much blood. I stand up quickly and throw the metal thing away. I try to clean the mess, but it's too late.

"Sco- What the hell did you do?!" Mitch exclaimed.

I cringe at his voice.

"N-Nothing." I said.

"This ain't nothing, Scott!" Mitch said and he took my hands to reveal the cuts on my hipbones.

He gasps and I feel a sting of guilt.

Mitch doesn't say a word and he grabs a paper towel to clean my wounds. I push his hands away.

"N-No. D-Don't try to fix me!" I said as tears filled my eyes.

"Let me. What if the doctors find out?!" Mitch whisperyelled.

"So what?" I said.

"So what? You'll be taken to another department. Without me. I will be here without you." Mitch said with a hurt voice.

"Why would you care?" I shrugged.

"Because. Now, please let me take care of this mess." Mitch almost begged me.

I look at him, he smiles at me. I feel safe, he makes me feel safe.

"Okay." I sigh.

Mitch cleans up the mess I've made and cleans my cuts. I gulp everytime his fingers brush against my hipbones. His touch makes me go crazy.

"That will do. Let's go to our room." Mitch said.

He held my hand as we walked to our room. I try to walk normal, since my hip hurts.

"Now, tell me what has gotten to your mind to do such a thing." Mitch said as we walked into our room.

"Nothing." I said.

"Don't keep telling me that. I did cut too in the past, you know. It's not nothing." Mitch scoffed.

He sounded annoyed. I made him feel annoyed. I am not a good company, not good enough.

"I just needed it. Please, stop." I sobbed.

Mitch led me to our bed and we layed down, he pulled me to his chest.

"Scotty, please tell me what's going on. Please trust me. I know I'm crappy sometimes. But please..." Mitch whispered.

I sighed, not knowing if I should tell him or not. I looked up, meeting his gorgeous auburn eyes. I wiped away my tears. I layed my head against his shoulder. I took a deep breath and there it was.

"I am in love with you."