A Scandal in Baskerville High

Chapter 5 - Betrayed

•John's POV•

My face felt like a balloon, swollen up to twice its usual size. It hurt, and my left eye was almost sealed shut, I could hardly see out of it. My chest felt like it was on fire, the searing pain burning my insides until I was just an empty skin shell.

But nothing - not my ribs, not my abdomen, not even my jaw - hurt more than the fact Sherlock - MY Sherlock - had done it.

Why? Why didn't he just tell Jim 'no'? Oh, I get it. Because I'm gay. He hates me now, obviously. But who cares? He's a dick anyway. How could he?!

He had curled up in his bed at 8:57 PM, quite early for him, for who knows what reason. Maybe he feels bad--?

No, of course not. Why would he? He doesn't like me, he apparently only likes his 'club.' Even if he likes me, he doesn't LIKE me, of course. He's not gay.

Currently, it's 11:47 and the pain is keeping me up. It hurts to breathe, half because my rib is bruised and half because I feel choked. HOW could he do something like this?! I know we weren't exactly the best of friends but I didn't think he'd be so cowardly to actually hurt me!

I guess I thought wrong.

Suddenly I noticed something - a noise. A small noise. It could hardly be heard, and it was drowned out in the noise of my own thoughts. It sounds like a small murmur, a little, tiny terrified noise.

Sherlock?

I got up, much to my bones' protest. I didn't know why I cared - maybe because the sounds are annoying? No, you can barely hear them. It's more than that. As much as I try to hate him, I can't. I still care.

'Cause that's what I am. A doormat.

"Hey, Sherlock?"

The murmuring stopped. After a moment, he rolled over to face me. In the light of the moon that spilled in through the window, I could see the light reflecting off water.

Water in Sherlock's eyes.

He turned away. Is he seriously mad at ME?! He better not be.

"Sherlock?"

"What?" His voice was muffled by his pillow, but I could still hear the bitterness.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because you're still here!" He yelled. What? That's a slap to the face. It felt like I'd been punched in the heart. I can't say I LOVE him, but I do like him more than average, and it's obvious my existence disgusts him.

Who DOESN'T my existence disgust?

Exactly. Nobody.

"Do you want me to leave?"

Sherlock didn't reply. Guess that's a 'yes.' Where else would I go? I guess it doesn't matter, everyone in this school hates me equally. No guy wants to room with the faggot.

I crawled back to my bed and curled up, holding back tears. Nobody wants me here. I'm worthless, to everyone, even myself. Why am I still alive? Sherlock should've beaten me to death. At least then I wouldn't have to feel this emptiness. I'd be free.

Unable to keep them in anymore, I cried softly into my pillow until it was soaked, sobbing myself to sleep.

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