The Scars That Heal

Chapter Two

Masonnn.<3

Picture of Mason on the side. Of course I chose him to play Mason xD

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As Mason walked through the hallway alone he stopped at his locker. He noticed that there was a girl standing in front of the locker beside his. She didn't look like all the other girls at his school, all tan and preppy. She looked more like him. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a black My Chemical Romance shirt. She had crazy long hair that was a shocking blue and dark makeup around the beautiful eyes of her pale face. He stopped and stared at her, he was in awe that she could actually be standing right in front of him.

She put her hands in front of her face and let out a low muffled scream, then slammed her locker and ran off. He slowly walked up to his locker confused, he had never seen her before. The locker beside his had always been empty and with hair like hers, he would've noticed her. " Huh, she has to be new here." He quietly said to himself.

"Well, she's going to be in for one hell of a rude awakening at this school. It seemed as if they had already gotten to her." He said opening his locker. "Whoever she is, I hope I get her attention. Maybe she would actually understand me considering she looks like that." He grabbed whatever he needed out of his locker and forcefully closed the door. He slowly started to head towards homeroom.

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He got to homeroom early since he left the house earlier than normal. He sat down in his usual seat in the back, he looked at the clock on the wall that read 7:08. He still had about an hour until class started, he put his music up louder and put his head down. He felt someone tap him on the head, he looked up to see the homeroom teacher Mr.Till. He was a pretty cool guy, most teachers didn't really bother Mason because they felt bad for him. Plus, he kept up with his school work so it's not like he was a bad student.

"Yeah?" Mason asked looking at Mr.Till. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Mr.Till said sarcastically. "Class is about to begin." Mr.Till chuckled and walked back to the front of the room. Mason looked around and saw that the room was already filled with talking students.

'I must have fallen asleep.' He thought to himself. He took out his earphones and took his hood off. He sat back in his chair and was looking blankly at the board. Everyone sat in pairs and as usual, the desk next to Mason was empty. He sighed and began to randomly draw in his notebook.

It was about fifteen into class when she walked in looking as amazing with her bright blue hair. She gave a pass to the teacher and stood in front of the class. Everyone looked at her and started whispering. "What happened to your hair? Did you eat a Smurf or something?" One of the preppy bitches said and everyone laughed. Her name was Kelsey or Kami, who cares. Mason shot a death glare to the back of the bitches head. The mystery blue haired girl looked down embarrassed.

"Okay, that's enough. This is Scarrlet Macey. She just moved here from Alaska." She kept her head down and was playing with the hem of her shirt. "Why don't you take a seat next to Mason over there." She nodded and walked over to where Mason was sitting. He looked at her, then put his head down and continued to draw in his notebook.

He was too shy to say anything to her, he didn't want to act like a retard. He kept stealing glances at her through his thick curtain of black hair. She had been in the same position since she sat down, hands on her lap just looking ahead at the board. He was so intrigued by her. The bell finally rang and she was the first one out of class.

Mason got up and went to his locker expecting to find her there, he was disappointed to find the locker beside him free of any blue haired girls. "Damn." He said to himself and started walking towards the boys bathroom. He didn't feel like going to class so he'd just wait it out in there for bit until the bell rang. He got to the bathroom and it was empty. "Good." He said as he walked over to an empty stall. "On second thought. I shouldn't go into a stall, that's fucking nasty." He sighed and walked over to the sink.

He threw his old piece of gum into the trash and popped a new one in his mouth. The bell rang and the hallways emptied, he was about to leave when he heard soft crying coming from the girls bathroom. He was going to ignore and just go on his way, when her heard the most beautiful voice whimpering curse words.

He stepped out of the boys bathroom and edged closer to the girls bathroom door. "I can't take it anymore. I hate life, I'm so done" He heard the beautiful voice say. He hesitated in front of the door, not knowing if he should go in or not. "Fuck it." He said as he pushed open the door and walked inside. He saw checkered Vans under the door of a stall and tapped on the door. "Are you, uhm, okay?" He asked. The girl on the other side let out a strangled no.

"Is it okay for me to open the door?" He asked peeking a little through the crack of the stall. "I'm not trying to be a perv or anything, I just wanted to know if you were okay." He said to the girl on the other side of the stall door. When she didn't reply back he considered just leaving, until he saw blood drip onto the floor from under the stall door. He pushed on the door and luckily it was unlocked. He saw Scarrlet sitting on the closed lid of the toilet with blood dripping down the cuts on her stomach.

She slowly looked up with tears in her eyes. "You wouldn't understand." She whispered, her voice slightly cracking as tears rolled down her already tear streaked face. "You're wrong." He said as he glanced down at the rolled up sleeves of his jacket. She trailed her gaze down to his arms and let out a little gasp as she looked at the cuts and old scars trailing both of his arms. She looked away, not wanting to stare. I knelt down in front of her and grabbed some tissue paper from the dispenser and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She said as she gratefully took the tissue paper from his had and dabbed at the bleeding cuts on her stomach. She pulled her shirt down and placed her little black pocket knife back in her bag as she stood up. He stood up as well and their bodies were pushed closely together in the small stall. "Ah, I think we can get out now." She said, looking up at him. "Oh, right. Sorry." He said as he backed out of her way. She walked over to the door to leave, but she stopped and turned around. "Are you coming or what?" She asked and he followed her out the door.

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This story is a huge work in process. It'll get better down the road.