Chance [ gumlee ]

[ chap 4 ]

a/n: sorry this took so long to update, tbh i just completely abandoned writing all together, didn't really take an interest for a while, but im back!

its been almost 5 months since ive updated

5

months

i am awful

but this is kind of short, and i apologize for that, but i promise i will update again very soon!!!

!! tw (trigger warning) // fighting // body image !!

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pov change

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The elevator dinged as it stopped on the bottom floor. I stepped out, clutching my stomach. It ached horribly. I took a few deep breaths and stood up straight as the elevator door opened. I walked past the people crowded in the waiting room and out the door. I sighed, walking down the sidewalk towards my house.

Damn it. Damn it all.

I felt tears welling up. I was alone so, fuck it. Warm drops rolled down my face and spilled on my hoodie. I clutched the sleeves and walked as fast as I could without hurting my stomach. I got home, my shaking hands struggling to unlock the door. It clicked and I burst into the house. I ran upstairs and into my room. I threw my backpack down. I crawled into bed, and sighed shakily.

"So, how was school today?"

Terrible.

-earlier at school-

"Move out of my way, faggot."

"... Asshole."

He spun around. 

Big fucking mistake Gumball. Real smart move.

He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into a locker.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he said, crushing me with his body and the locker. I hated this guy with a passion. I pushed my luck.

"I called you an asshole. Can you not hear?" His grip went to my shoulders again and he threw me down to the ground. I landed on my ass.

"It's all you and that faggot kid's fault I got kicked off of the football team! I will make you miserable here." he said, smirking. I tried to act tough but I was scared off my ass.

"It's not my fault he kicked your ass, so fuck off." I said. His eyes widened and angered. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me into the guys locker room. He threw me back on the ground. I tried to scramble up, but he kicked me in the stomach.

Hard. I coughed up blood. My eyes watered. He laughed.

"Now you know what it was like for me." he said. I pushed myself up on my side.

"I know how that feels, because this isn't the first time I got bullied by some asshole like you! You deserved it anyways." I threw my math book at his knee as hard as I could. He yelled, and I got up and ran as fast as I could. My stomach was in stabbing pain. It slowed me down. I ran off campus. We had one class left anyway, so I decided to skip it. There was blood on the hood of my hoodie. I sighed. I coughed up more blood and spit it out. I looked down at my hand. There were faded words scribbled on it. I squinted at it, trying to read it.

Marshall 

9047204726 ♡

I bit my lip, tears rolling down my face. I pulled out my phone.

-now-

I closed my eyes, sighing. Why did I even say anything at all? I curled into a ball, tears leaking from my eyes. I wanted Marshall to be here right now. Why the hell did I run off like that? He probably thinks I didn't want to see him. I bit my lip, sitting up. I looked over at my phone, hoping it would light up with a text from him. I watched it mindlessly for a few minutes. I blinked, tears rolling down my face. I grabbed my phone, throwing it across the room in frustration. It hit the wall, leaving a dent. I sighed shakily, getting up. I walked into my bathroom. I stared at the mess staring back in the mirror. I took off my baggy pink hoodie and my shirt. I stared at myself, feeling sick. I stared at my ribs poking out of my sides.

God, when was the last time I ate properly?

I saw the dark red mark on my stomach from that asshole kid. I touched it, feeling immediate pain. I tensed up, walking back to my room. I caught my phone lighting up in the corner of my eye. I picked it up off the ground.

New text!

From Marshall:

hey, uh are u okay? u didn't sound too great..

I smiled softly, feeling warm by his concern.

To Marshall:

Yeah, I'm fine. Just felt sick. I didn't want to get you sick or anything..

From Marshall:

well im already fucked up, i doubt it'd matter

To Marshall:

I'll come back tomorrow, okay? I promise you.

I waited for a moment, my phone staying silent.

From Marshall:

ok, thank you, it means a lot

I smiled softly, biting my lip.

To Marshall:

Don't thank me. I'm here for you.

I hope that didn't sound weird. I set my phone down, and closed my eyes. I was exhausted. I sighed deeply, before drifting off into a not-so great sleep.