Learn to Love Again - Stampy and Squid

Chapter 2 - Horror Movies and Confessions

Squid's POV

     After I turn the lights off, I collapse into bed. That game was awesome! I think Stampy got a little scared, but he seemed to enjoy it all the same. His smile, green eyes, and curly hair work their way into my mind. If you really did think about it, he was kinda cute... I nearly hit myself. I can't be gay! But... if I like him there's nothing I can do to stop. Who cares what my dad will say? He doesn't have to know.

     I should tell Stampy. But I can't. What if he judges me? Sighing, I roll over and try to get to sleep.

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     When I wake up sun is hitting me directly in the face. That's probably what woke me. I glance at my alarm clock. 6:00! That's way too early for a Sunday. All well. I won't be able to get back to sleep again anyway. I get dressed and walk to the bathroom. After I've finished doing what I need to do, I look in the mirror. For some reason, my face has a pinkish tinge to it. It looks like I'm blushing.

     I turn and open the door. Stampy's standing there with his shirt off. He blushes madly and runs into the bathroom behind me.

     "Sorry," he mumbles through the door. "I didn't think you'd be up this early."

     "Doesn't matter," I say, smiling to myself.

Stampy's POV

     How could that have happened? I should've got dressed in my room first. I just made a fool of myself in front of my best friend, who I happen to have a massive crush on. Even if it was only my shirt that I had off, it's still embarrassing. I never show anything like that. I close the toilet seat and sit down on the lid. Should I? I hadn't done this for ages, but it feels like it's calling to me.

     My hand slips into my jeans pocket. Just one, on my wrist, just to relieve me. I pull out a tiny zip lock bag where I keep my razor. Shaking, I take it out of the plastic and hold it poised above my arm.

     Before I can make the cut my phone goes off. For some reason, I keep it in my pocket at all times. I put the blade down on the floor and open the screen. There's a text from my mum.

     You worthless piece of shit. How dare you leave this fucking house without my permission? Don't expect me to welcome you back anytime soon, you ass.

     I read the text over and over again. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Why couldn't I have a normal, loving mother like most other people I know? She never hit me, just abused me with words, but in my opinion, that was worse.

     Without wasting another moment I grab throw my phone on the floor and pick up the razor. I slash down on my wrist one, two, three, four times. The pain feels good. Blood drips down my arm and onto the floor. Panicking, I grab a huge wad of toilet paper and try to stem the flow. If it gets much worse, Squid will notice. I press down on my arm, but before long the paper is soaked through with blood. I keep applying pressure.

     Still holding my arm, I walk over to the sink and wet a piece of toilet paper. I clean up the blood on the floor of the bathroom. Carefully, I peel the paper off my arm. Bright red gashes slash across my wrist, still oozing small amounts of blood.

     I turn the water on cold and put my arm underneath it. The freezing water stings, but it helps. When all the blood's cleaned off I get another wad of toilet paper and wrap it around my arm like a bandage. I'll have to keep it hidden until it heals. Opening the door, I look quickly to see if Squid can see me. He can't, so I make a dash to my bedroom. I open my bag and put my creeper shirt on. I put my red checkered jacket on over the top. If you look closely, you can still see a slight lump around my wrist, but it'll have to do.