Unlikely

Chapter Five

"I guess I owe you an explanation for my arm..." Felix trailed off, not knowing what to say.
I glared at him, trying to find the words to say but not knowing how to say it. I've never had to confront anyone about an issue like this-let alone an -almost-complete stranger. "Yes, you do!" I hissed, barely managing to keep my voice as low as possible. "Now start!"
"I was thirteen. School wasn't going well for me, my friends were turning into dicks, and there was this one event...from one of the school nurses...they own this hospital, you know. Anyways, the stress was too much, and I cut for the first time. It was nice. I felt as if I could take out not being good enough and put it on my skin. It manifested, though, and then next thing you know I was thinking about it all day. Like, 'when can I cut again', and 'can I do it in the school bathroom', so that's what I did. I would go in there and eat lunch, and cut. It was going well, until PJ found me. He said, and I will never forget this, 'I can't lose you. Nobody can. Please, don't do this.' And I just felt so fucking honored. I thought that he actually cared about a damaged piece of shit like me. He told the nurse who did the thing, and the nurse was amused. It was like he wanted me to cut. And he said, 'Look at you. Pathetic. I can show you what real pain is, and all you had to do was resist the urge.' And I must've looked scared, because he said, 'I won't be gentle.' And that led to he being here the first time." Felix was panting, and I was frozen with shock. How in the world could he be quiet about this?
"Felix, you need to tell them that you were...what happened with the nurse?" I asked, concern clear in my voice. He shivered.
"I don't want to talk about it, please. It's bad enough that son of a bitch owns this complex."
"Who are they?"
"Mr. Paul. Nurse Logan, at least to me. Goodnight Marzia."
I was in disbelief. He just blew me off! I was mad, so I didn't try to talk to him. A little light went on in the room, and a tall, muscular blonde walked in.
"Hello, I'm looking for a Felix Kjellberg." The man said.
Although I was angry, I replied back a smooth, "nope, try the adult ward."
"Okay. Can you come with me, ma'am?"
I had a bad feeling about this. "No, thank you. I have to get some sleep."
"Come. With. Me. Now."
"No!" I screamed. He walked over and put his hand over my mouth.
"That was an order, you little bitch. Come with me!"
"Hey!" Someone new shouted. We both looked up; a tall man was stalking over dangerously. He glared at the man and hollered, "NURSE LOGAN!" At the top of his lungs. He tackled Nurse Logan and threw punch after punch at him.
"PJ...PJ!" A now awake Felix screeched. Right afterwards he cringed at the sight of Nurse Logan. "Shit..."
By this time Nurse Logan was knocked out, Felix had calmed at least a little. "PJ, bro, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked.
     PJ looked down, blush evident on his cheeks. "I just liked Danny..."
     "You can't ask him out! Isn't he dating Arin?"
     "Danny's single...and Arin's dating Suzy."
     PJ then turned to face me. "I'm PJ. Hello."
     "I gathered."
     "So..." Felix started. "What do we do about the fucking pedophile PJ knocked out? The staff comes in in about, let me see, two hours. We only have two hours!" Felix emphasized. I laughed it off nervously.
     "We'll be fine. Really, we will." I added when Felix and PJ shook their heads. "Come on, you guys. If I'm the one being positive, then there's a problem. We only have two hours to think of a foolproof plan to dispose of him, and not wake him up."
     Slowly, the boys started to shake their heads yes.

Well then. This got very disturbing very quickly. I apologize if I didn't get something right. Stay safe!
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