𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒

~ Gøòdbÿê fõręvēr Pt.2~

I sat there in the chair, looking at the broken boy in front of me. His hair was a mess, his lip split in three different places, his cheekbone swelling, causing his eye to close. He had a black eye, bruises all over his face.

His chest... his chest was covered in red marks, soon to become bruises, bad ones at that. His lower region, his groin, ached horribly from the constant kicks, making him feel queasy.

His whole body trembled with pain, tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at me.

Everything in me hurt, my head felt like a clamp was closing around it. My stomach felt like it was going to burst, everything hurt.

Xavier's words rang out in my head, only causing more tears to fall as I stared at myself in the mirror. A small sob escaped my lips as my head pounded furiously.

Something didn't feel right...

It felt like something was inside of me, in my bones, my skin and my blood. This will all be over soon... I heard Sam and Diesel say, my eyes widened slightly...

No...

They played the bad memories over and over in my head, all of the times I've been picked on, beaten, thrown to the side, shouted at, screamed at, told I'm unwanted. They played that in my head, over and over and over, building it all up.

I burst into tears, shaking my head as my whole body shuddered from pain. I didn't think twice before rushing over to my broken drawers, unlocking the top drawer and pulling the switchblade out.

I made my way back over to the mirror, looking at myself through the reflection. I was in nothing but my boxers, my naked skin on full display, I could see ever single mark, every cut I had ever made. 247 on my left, 281 on my right.

They played the bad memories, over and over. Making my rage, pain and sorrow build.

"Cooper, Cooper, hanging by the tree, no one cares as he can see!"

"Cooper, Cooper, with the blade, cut yourself you're fucking gay!"

"What's the matter Cooper, you gonna cry?"

"Why don't you save your tears for your goodbye note when you kill yourself."

"No one wants you here Cooper, just go kill yourself."

"God, you're such a mistake."

"Awh, is poor little Cooper cold?"

"Just kill yourself."

"No one wants you here."

"Here's a razor to cut yourself with."

"Here's a razor, faggot."

"Here's a rope to hang yourself with, you lonely ass bitch."

"Cooper, Cooper, where are you? You think you can run? Well I can too!"

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum... I'll find you Cooper... Your time has come!"

"One cut, two cut, three cut, four. Poor little Cooper, lying on the floor!"

"Awe look, poor little Cooper has spilled his food all over himself."

"I don't care anymore."

"I just wish he was more like Jax."

"No one wants you here Cooper, I would have thought you'd do us all a favour by now, I thought you would have ended your pathetic life but here we are."