Walking into school, people stare at our bandages. What are they thinking? Stepping into homeroom, we try to head back to our seats, but a group of people surrounds us, "Austin, half the school knows about you slitting your wrist and are used to you coming in with bandages on your arm, but what is up with Gnash's arm?"
He grabs on to me, "Are you implying that something is wrong with him?" That's what he got out of that question?
"No, we are implying that you did something to him to cause him to hurt himself." He didn't do anything.
"You know I would never intestinally hurt him in anyway." Did everyone know that he liked me?
"Then how come you two have matching wounds?" Cause we like to match? No can't say that...
"You don't need to get into our business." I guess that that's a good enough answer. It could be better.
"People do when you convince Gnash to hurt himself." I have to do something. Austin looks mad.
Before Austin can respond, I kiss his lips, "My turn okay." Turning around, I address the crowd, "It's my fault. If I had just dropped the knife after I took it from Austin, then there wouldn't have been a chance for me to hurt myself. Besides, you all are faking actually caring about me. If you really cared, you would have noticed my hundreds of other scars from self-harming. Now quit pretending to be nice and let us be." We need time to work this out.
One kid whispers, "Does he actually have hundreds of scars?" I don't have that many scars, but I do have some scars that only Austin knows about.
We sit down in our seats and take out our leftover homework, "Austin, did I do the right thing?" I always ask this.
He pinches my chin, "Depends. Do you have hundreds of scars?" He took the time to count the scars.
"You've seen me naked, so you tell me. Besides, the first time I ever self-harmed was with you." Shouldn't have said that.
"But I could have stopped it when you started staring at the knife, I didn't, and you got hurt. That's my fault." Are we gonna fight over this?
My brother walks in, "Where's Austin Trick?" People point as fast as they can at us. Picking up Austin, he pins him to the wall, "What did you do to my little brother?" Get. Out. Of. My. Life!
Austin puts two hands up in self-defense, "I didn't do anything." My brother is looking right at Austin's bandages.
"Then why does he have a bandage on his wrist? Your trying to turn him into you with all of your problems!" I want to help him deal with his problems.
I grab onto Austin, "He didn't do anything to me. He took the knife away from me." Everyone is watching.
"Stay out of this Gnash!" My emotions get the best of me and I shove him backwards. Tripping over the desk, Daniel falls back and hits the floor. Standing up quickly, he grabs onto Austin and tries to punch him in the face. Blocking the hit with his arm, Austin falls into a chair. My Austin! I punch Daniel in the eye. He falls back unconscious. That fucking hurt my hand.
I gently touch his arm where Daniel had hit it, "Austin are you okay?" He just winced in pain.
He stares at my hand, "Your knuckles are bleeding... and so is your cut." Oh. I can't believe I just hit my older brother.
Looking at my arm, I cup the side of his cheek with my hand, "I'm okay tho. What about your arm? It's already swollen..." What is happening?
