Sam x Colby one shots

Skeleton Boy

 
Warning: Possible triggering content, contains dark themes such as severe mental illness.

I wrote this years ago and never published it so, enjoy.

"Hey, I think your being watched." My section member Jake said as he gestured over his shoulder to the saxophone section.

I clutched my clarinet and looked over my shoulder to meet eyes with an emaciated blond boy sitting two rows up the bleachers. He quickly averted his eyes from mine to the football game ahead of us. I looked back at Jake and shook my head.

"I don't th-" just then I was cut off by a color guard member walking up to the railing of the bleachers from the sideline.

Jake immediately stood up and walked over to the girl who I recognized as his girlfriend. I sighed and set my clarinet in the now empty spot next to my shako. I continued watching the game as nothing really special happened. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me.

Once the crowd started cheering the drum major turned around to conduct us. I picked up my clarinet and Jake rushed to his seat. We began playing our fight song as our football team made a touchdown. When we finished the crowd was still screaming and my eyes immediately darted to the scoreboard. Since it was only second quarter the scores were both still fairly low but we are ahead.

When we finished playing I once again felt eyes on the back of my head so I turned around again only to be met with the same skinny, blond, boy, with blue eyes.

I turn to Jake again to ask a question, "That's Sam right?" I asked referring to the boy who had been staring at me.

"Yeah, I think so." Jake says, "I haven't really talked to him, and he doesn't really talk to anyone outside of his section." Jake explains.

"Okay." I say before glancing over my shoulder at the boy I barely knew.

Sam doesn't look healthy, everyone in the band knows he's not healthy but no one will actually confront him about it. The bulky uniform covers up the majority of his body but I can't still see his sunken in eyes and extremely prominent cheekbones.

His bibbers and jacket give him less of a concerning shape until you see his wrists. His gauntlets are being held to his arms by hair ties since the smallest size was too big. The hair ties create a dip in the uniform as they cling to the true width of his wrists.

After a couple more stand tunes and drum cadences, the band director informs us all to meet beneath the scoreboard to practice for the halftime show. The color guard practiced their routine while band stood in a concert set and played their music. while playing my music my mind started to wander back to Sam. An image of his sunken in features and skeleton-like frame flashed in my mind, causing me to stop playing. For a minute I zoned out but Jake elbowed my arm and it brought me back from my thoughts. I jumped into the music knowing exactly where we were and finished with the band. when we only had a minute left the band director instructed us to wait at backfield while pit and guard went to the front. 

After cheer finished their halftime show, hogging up entirely too much of the time we have. We walk on to the field as guard sets their flags and weaponry. My beginning set is between another clarinet and a guard girl.

About halfway through the opener band is holding while the guard is moving to the sideline. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a saxophone collapse onto the field and fall unconscious. As people begin marching once again I break set and book it to the unconscious person that no one seems to be helping. When you enter marching band they always tell you not to break set no matter what. If someone collapses on field you either march around them or over them. That rule is completely stupid and incredibly dangerous.