'Standing By' (Book 1)

Ten

{Scott's POV}

That afternoon a nurse came in to talk to Mitch.

"Hello?" She said, knocking softly.

"Yes?" Mitch asked.

"I'm Crystal, your nurse," she smiled at Mitch, "I'm just here to ask you a few questions, okay?"

"Okay." She was talking to him like he was a child. I didn't like it, and Mitch didn't seem to either.

"How are you feeling today Mitchell?"

"Um, it's Mitch, and I'm feeling fine."

"You're not feeling sad, or depressed at all?"

"Sad." He said shyly. He didn't want to say aloud that he was sad. He seemed to like hiding everything inside instead.

"I see. Well, I'm going to give you more pain relief medicine in your IV-" Mitch cut her off.

"Do I have to have that? It makes me feel weird."

"If you can handle the pain." Mitch looked at her as if she was stupid. Obviously he didn't mind pain.

"I don't mind. But I don't want to take it anymore. It makes me feel numb all over."

"Alright, Mitch. I'll take you off that. The doctor says you are being prescribed to an antidepressant."

"Why?"

"So you can feel better, duh."

"How will taking pills make me feel better?"

"The pills will help with your depression."

"I'm not depressed."

"Um.."

I looked at the nurse. I gave her a look that basically meant, leave him alone you pushy bitch.

"Right. I'll tell the doctor." She left the room in a hurry.

"Why does she think I'm depressed?"

"She doesn't know anything. The doctor actually knows what's wrong with you. If he says you're depressed, that probably means you are."

"Why would you say that to me?"

Mitch looked pissed off. I didn't mean to say that like I did. Oops.

"I'm sorry. I was just saying. I guess if you don't feel depressed then you're not."

"Get out."

"Mitch-"

"Get out!" I got up and left the room. I slid down the wall outside his room and started to cry.

Mitch yelled at me.

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{Mitch's POV}

I was upset, clearly. I didn't really mean to yell at Scott like that.

About 10 minutes later, I felt the need to do something I wasn't allowed to at all. I took off the bandages on my arms, thighs, and then legs. I got up and walked over to a cart in my room by a window. The window shades were closed, thank goodness, so I took a sharp metal object off the cart and slipped into my bathroom.

I stood in the shower that was in the bathroom I had, holding the metal object I had above my right wrist about to dive into my arm. I heard someone open the door.

"Mitch?" It was Scott. Shit. I closed the bathroom door. Unfortunately Scott seen me do it and came in. I took the chance and dug into my arm with the object I was holding.

"Mitch! What the f-NURSE!!" Scott was screaming, tears streamed down his face. He came into the bathroom and tried to grab the object out of my hand.

A nurse and my doctor came into the room. "Someone help!" Scott screamed to the air.

"Leave me alone!!!" I screamed at Scott.

The doctor came into the bathroom and pried Scott off me.

I held the razor up with my left hand, basically showing if you come near me, I'll do it.

"Mitch. Put the razor down."

"Leave me alone!!" I started to cry. I had no control of my body. I just really wanted to see the blood come pouring out of my arms. "Let me do it, please. I need to."

"Mitch. Please." Scott begged in the corner. The look on his face made me cry more. I hated seeing him like that. I was causing him pain. I then, out of the corner of my eye, saw my mother crying into my dad's chest and him crying along with her. I was hurting the people I loved. What the hell was wrong with me? "I can't do it anymore."

"What can't you do anymore, Mitch?" The doctor asked.

"Life. I'm hurting everyone I love! Look at them!"

"They still love you too, Mitch. Dying isn't the answer to ending anyone's pain. Just hand over the razor and-"

"No! I have to do it." I took the razor and pressed hard into my right arm. Blood basically poured out of me. Ah man, I loved this. Before everything fell black, I seen Scott rush to my side.

"Mitch! Stay with me! Please! Mitch don't leave me. You can't leave me! Mitch!" His voice started to cut out and I could barely hear him. "I love you Mitch don't leave me." At that moment, I knew I couldn't die.