school shooter { jayson }

-5-

Our Love Remains by rei brown {highly highly recommend}
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I stop walking.

I stop breathing.

I stop blinking.

I just stop.

"J-James?" I couldn't speak above a whisper, even then my voice cracked. It cracked but I didn't want to, I had to be strong for James like he always is for me.

He stops too, like me. But, instead..everything stops, his crying, his breathing, his face drops, his eyes are wide and open, not blinking once.

He immediately gets up and runs into a stall, he locks the door like I hadn't seen him a second ago.

"O-oh hey Grayson, w-what are you doing here?" He dryly laughs behind the door, i walk up to the stall door and knock, "James," I start, "open the door please. I know you were just crying.." I calmly talk, wanting him to talk to me like I do for him.

"N-no I-I'm o-okay..haha" I know he's lying because he's stuttering and he is laughing at the end of every sentence, he does that when he lies or is nervous.

I shake my head, "if I have to crawl under the stall," I stop smiling and get serious, "I fucking will James." He dryly laughs again and I hear him scratching at his body.

"N-no need..I-u-y-you can just g-go," he starts scratching more aggressively, "I-I'll be okay." He whispers this, his voice so small and far away even though I'm right in front of him.

I sigh and get down on the floor, I start to crawl over under the stall, "g-grayson!" I laugh and I stand up straight, I'm only inches from his face.

I smile and wave, "hey." He nods and waves back, looking down.

"What wrong james?" He shakes his head, a way of telling me no.

He can't lie to me straight on, so I bring his face up.

We lock eyes, "What. Is. Wrong." I say this more seriously, his eyes fill with tears.

"I-I'm not feeling okay grayson." His voice cracks as he runs his nails over top his pale skin.

I grab his hand, holding it in mine with a firm hold, "stop it." He struggles, "grayson..it helps..please, please let me." He whines as he struggles to get out of my hold, he brings his other hand up, but I grab that one and hold them.

"G-grayson please," his voice cracks as his eyes get more watery, "please let me." Tears start to spill from his eyes, he cokes on his tears and struggles even more.

"Please..grayson I need to!" I let go of his hands and cup his face with mine.

His breath hitches as we lock eyes, "James," I run my thumbs under his eyes, collecting some of the wetness from his tears, "stop it. You don't need to scratch your skin to be relieved. You need to stay calm," I remove one hand from his face and grab his arm, "look james, look at what you did, you made your arm red. Look, it's bleeding, James you don't want this. Your brain is tricking you to think you do. Stop it please," my voice cracks as I show him my scars, "I don't want you like me, you don't need these scars. Please James, I stopped for you.." I breath in and look him in the eyes, "could you stop for me?"

He kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear a quiet, little,

"Yes."
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