His Cry for Help

The Boy

Is that a cut...? 

Will was currently sitting at his desk in Physics class, half listening to his teacher blabber on about how electromagnetism was the most fun course of their school year and how the class was irresponsible, or something of the sort. But most of his attention was focused on studying a boy's arm. Most kids that caught Will staring would think it's just because he's gay and start to pick on him again, but Will was looking at an ugly red cut on his arm. It didn't look like a self harm cut, but it didn't look like it was an accident either. Abuse maybe? Or maybe it was just a welt. 

Someone coughs and Will jumps out of his trance, his eyes flickering between faces, his heart slowly sinking as he realized they were all staring at him. The teacher coughed again, causing Will's eyes to go to her. "Will, are you even paying attention?" she barks out, causing Will to flame red. Will nervously bit his lip and shook his head "N-no sorry m-ma'am..." he whispers out shakily, hearing a few snickers all around him as a response. He turns more red and looks down at his hands, but the teacher didn't notice how she just caused Will to become prey to more bullying later. 

She lets out an exasperated sigh and turns around, going back to her lecture, but all Will could comprehend now were the whispers around him, the stares...the laughter. Will felt himself turn more red and his eyes brim with tears of panic. They were probably talking about his s-scars or maybe they found out he was a whore?! Oh god...

As if God was out there looking out for him, this once, the bell rings, releasing them from class. Will grabs his bag and darts for the hall, trying to make it out and to the bathroom for the sweet solitude of his razor. He almost got there before a rough pair of hands shoved him into the lockers. Will hisses as pain slides up his spine, his eyes widening as the wind knocked out of him. He looks up and almost lets out a whimper when he sees one of the football kids looming over him, a sneer slapped across his face. This guy was huge..and muscular and his eyes only radiated hatred and disgust. 

"Hey Will~! Any guys you've sucked off lately?" The guy growls, instantly pinning him to the locker. Will blushes in shame and looks away. 

-

Everyone knew Will was gay because of one, stupid and heartbreaking mistake Will made in his Junior year. Will had a crush on a guy and the guy gave him nothing but openings. Every fucking day, this guy would wait for him at the school entrance for Will. He treated Will like no one had treated him in a very long time, like he was special. Will would usually stay up at night remembering the way the guy laughed and smiled brightly every time Will would blush or stutter. He remembered when he would call the guy cute, his crush would always blush. The way the butterflies would erupt every time he came close.  So throughout the first semester of their junior year, all this man would do was make Will believe he loved him too, or that he had a chance. But when Will finally got the courage to confess, his crush looked repulsed before he sneered. His crush then told him he would never love a faggot, that this entire thing started because a bet with friends. To see if Will was really gay and if he was, to make Will fall in love with him. That night...Will started cutting again, all his hope that he was maybe something more was gone. When Will came to school the next day, he became a laughing stock, a fag to make fun of. His crush and his friends had posted Will's confession all over their school Tumblr, and ever since then, he's had a red bulls eye on his back for bullies. 

-

Will shakes his head "N-no I'm s-still a virgin." He whispers brokenly. Not like the guy had any right to know he wasn't.  The man sneered and punched Will in the stomach, about to say some sneer comment before someone gently pushed the football player off. 

"Hey, Josh, leave the kid alone okay? You've already done a number on him." Adrian purrs gently to Josh. Will's head perked up immediately at the sound of Adrian's voice. Everyone knew who this man was, because everyone wanted to be him. Will had always admired him, and wanted to get to know him, but his self confidence and shyness got in the way. Plus...he thought Adrian was really hot and spent some nights touching himself at thoughts of him...

Josh groans in frustration before nodding. He looks at Will and growls out, "Don't think I'm done fag.." Josh turns around with rage deep in his green eyes, and walks back to his buddies. Adrian turns around, looking at Will, his brown eyes gently looking over Will for injuries. He gently smiles and straightens Will's sweater before walking the way he came from. Typical Adrian, helping someone but never saying a word to them. Will watches after him, taking in the dirty blond curls, and the way the black jeans hugged his hips. The button up shirt did nothing but show off his body. Will shakes his head to snap out of the fantasy he was about to conjure and heads for the bathroom. 

As soon as he stepped in the bathroom stall, the bell rang. He didn't care though, if anything it helped him. No one could get out of class for ten minutes after the bell, giving him ten minutes to cut and clean with no interruptions. Will sits down on the toilet seat, throwing his bag to the ground. He pulls up his sleeve with his mouth, revealing his scar riddled arm as he opens his front zipper of his backpack. Will furrows his eyes in concentration as his hands fumbles for the razor, panic building up slowly as he kept searching. Did I forget them? No there's no way! Right as he was about to give up hope, he got a hold of a razor. He gently flicks his finger tip over the edge, testing how sharp it was, and sighs in relief when he felt that it was brand new. 

Will takes the razor out of his bag and bites his lip hard as he presses the razor against his wrist, cutting across it. After he was content with how deep it was, he does two more, each one deeper than the last. He lets out a breath he had been holding, so his cuts weren't as shaky as his oldest scars are. He had a terrible habit of hyperventilating when cutting, rather than just being calm, so holding his breath was smarter.

Through half lidded eyes, he watched the blood weld up and slowly start smearing across his skin. That's the pain he had been craving. Will takes the blade and wipes it on his sweater, putting it into his zipper as he watches the blood dry. When he was content it was dry enough that it wouldn't leak through his clothes, he grabs his bag and heads to his next class, his next hell.