I'm Better With You {Bughead}

•A Different Stage•

Song: idontwannabeyouanymore
By: Billie Eilish

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{Betty}

Trust. That word speaks so many volumes. It speaks all the words that I can't seem to speak. Trust is something I don't have, that's why I told Jughead to leave the other day. I don't know him, maybe he thinks I'm worthless. I know for a fact he's not... but little did I know how wrong I was.

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Monday at school

School. Fuck it all, what's the point anyways, I'm scared for today though, scared that Jughead won't want to talk to me again, but man was I wrong yet again.

"Betty" There it is, it's him, his deep soothing voice pulling me out of my trance. I snapped my head in his direction, giving him my full attention

"Yea" I replied back, knowing exactly what this was about.

"Can we talk?" F-U-C-K

"Uh-sure, why the hell not" My reply caused his mouth to pull up into some sort of smile. Good enough I suppose.

As we walk towards the Blue and Gold room, I can't help but think of what he wants to say, or how he will say it, he clearly doesn't understand what the darkness is like. He probably has the perfect life with all of his friends to back him up, he doesn't have a single issue. Right?

As we walk through the doors I can feel his eyes on me, staring into my soul, as if he's searching to find all my imperfections within me. Maybe he is.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I ask, trying to break the silence surrounding us.

"Friday " Is his simple reply, a simple reply that speaks so much. Just like trust. Maybe this is a sign, a sign that I can trust him- wait, omg.

Jughead had started to scratch the back of his neck when I saw something, red marks? Why the hell does he have red marks? Wait, no- it can't be.

"Jughead" I say it so quietly that I don't even think he heard me, until he slowly looked up.

"Yea, Betts?" Betts. Huh? That's new, I like it. No no no, Betty get a hold of yourself, ask him damn it.

"What is that, on your wrist I mean" As soon as the words left my mouth, everything-seemed to go in slow motion. Jughead's breathing quickened, but to me, it seemed to slow, his eyes were blown wide, but I didn't even think about it. But what I did notice, was how he instantly placed his hands into his jacket pockets.

"N-nothing!" His tone caused me to flinch.

"Why" He says much quieter this time.

"Let me see" I say as I start to walk towards him while he keeps walking back until there's no where else for him to go. I reach my hand out to grab his wrist when he starts crying.

"Jug? What the hell is going on" What the fuck is happening?

"I-I don't w-want to talk about it" He says in between sniffles.

"Jug?" He looks up at me.

"Are you hurting your self?" And that's when he got up, and runs out of the room, leaving me stranded with my thoughts once again. But when I heard something clatter on the ground, I couldn't help but let my gaze wonder.

A razor.

He does have darkness.

The darkness.