I spend half my life on the internet, really. Is that sad? Probably. It's just as well I am not the only one.
Besides that, all I do is... listen to music, go to school, sleep and eat.
I have an unbelievably amusing life.
Im sure you're jealous.
I walk to school every weekday and this stupid fucking dickhole also happens to appear around the corner every time I walk past and try desperately to remain unnoticed.
His name is Luke. Dickhole.
Luke Dickhole. Should have been his full name. Or Ass Hole. Because he's an asshole.
I'm clever.
But he's so annoying. Everyday I pass this corner and he just happens to live about five doors away from my house, in which the corner is located. (The school really isn't that far away)
"So, Chloe, what are you dressing up as for Halloween?"
"Nothing. Go away."
"You're going to be naked oh my God"
"LUKE!"
"What?"
"I mean I'm not doing Halloween."
"Why?"
"Because I'm just not..."
"Oh. GUESS WHAT I BOUGHT THIS REALLY COOL THI-"
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK LUKE"
I felt really bad after I said that.
That really shut him up. I guess it kind of pissed him off too.
There was a silence that continued for about five minutes until I finally said
"Sorry...."
He nodded his head. "Me too."
I looked at him. He's really tall. Not too tall, I'm up to his chin on height.
He never really annoys me, I just dont like him for the way he treats Michael.
He hates Michael.
And Michael is my best friend.
Luke has never been nice to Michael. Not once. And Michael never really did anything wrong.
"Sometimes you just hate someone" he said to me once, "and you have no reason whatsoever. Simple as that." and walked off.
So I really wish he wasn't anywhere near me.
I met Michael inside, Luke still standing beside me. Even after I pleaded him to go away.
"Hi," Michael said. He looked really upset. I didn't know why. He's always very cheerful, even on Mondays.
EVEN ON MONDAYS.
WHO THE FUCK IS HAPPY ON A MONDAY?
He wasn't upset because Luke was STILL beside me. I know he wouldn't be, besides, he knows I hate Luke. And Luke wouldn't upset Michael one bit. Michael is quite strong, but he doesn't like getting in fights.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, hoping this time he wouldn't say that it was nothing and then making it obvious it was something.
"Nothing," he said.
Well fuck.
I turned around and thankfully Luke had disappeared.
"Can we go someone private?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Why?"
"Because I need to tell you something."
A million things he could have said raced through my mind all at once.
He lead me into a room, which was very small, and I was claustrophobic, so this wasn't going to work out. He figured that out seconds later and I was lead into a different room, more open, and it was bright. I was still really uncomfortable...
"What is it?" I asked. We were still in the school premises, and I had no idea what room this even was.
"Chloe, you are the only person I can trust and I-"
Tears rushed down his cheeks.
I nearly started crying too, I hated to see him like this.
I didn't say anything, since he wanted to speak.
I hugged him, and he cried a lot more.
I had never seen him like this, and it broke my heart.
My jumper was wet from all his tears after he pulled away.
He confused me, and I had no idea what he was going to say.
"I know you can keep a secret... can't you?"
I nodded. "Michael-"
"Help me, Chloe."
This confused me even more, until he lifted his sleeve from a black shirt that he was wearing, as a tear fell on his arm, before he could turn it, until I saw his bracelets taken off, and my entire world shattered at that one moment. Where everything happened so fast, and I least expected it. There were scars, loads of them, placed on his wrist, along with tears falling on them.
I was left speechless.
And then a sudden scream of pain came out of my mouth, and countless tears fell down my cheeks, my body sinking to the cold floor, which shouldn't have been me. It should not have been me that was doing all this for my best friend. But he means so much to me, and I could never lose him. My hand covered my mouth.
Usually the person that self harms does what I just did, but I did it for Michael. Because I love Michael.
He hugged me and he was warm, and it was no longer him who was crying becuase of his own scars.
It was me.
