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Voices In My Head

Mitch's P.O.V
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"Stop! Leave me alone," I said as Travis, the bully of our school, was hitting me. "Why should I? You're just a little FAGGOT!" Faggot. I hated that word. It made me feel even more worthless, if that was possible.

Travis and his 'crew' started doing this to me when I came out as gay. They punch, kick, and hurt me in general, everyday. I have no friends, besides Kirstie, but she moved back to Texas. I have nobody and they're coming back. The voices are coming back...

I sat on a bench in the park as a boy approached me. "Are you alright? You just look so lonely," he said. "I'm good." He actually looked sorry for me, which was a first in my book. He had gorgeous blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. I'd date him.

"Actually... I'm not good, I'm all alone and they're back," I said in cowardly voice. Why did I say that? He's going to think I'm crazy! "Who's back? Do you need help?" Aw, he's sweet, too.

"Nothing. Anyways, I'm Mitch Grassi." He smiled, "I'm Scott Hoying." I blushed. Great, I was falling for him already. "Would you like to come to my place for a while?" Yay!

"Sure," I said. He picked me up bridal style and started walking towards his house. "Scott, stop! It tickles! Hahah! Aaahh!" He laughed and put me down in front of his room door. "Here we are." I looked around and his house was huge!

"So Mitch, you never told me. Who's back?" Shit, he remembered about that. "Um... voices." "Huh?"

"It's a long story, but..." I told him the story of Travis and being gay. "Mitchie, there's nothing wrong with being gay. I'm gay, too." I look at him and he leaned in-

Bang.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" I swiftly turned my head and see Travis standing at the doorway. With a shotgun. "Mitch," he said with a smirk. Scott looked at me confusingly. "T-Travis what are you doing? Get away from me! How did you even find me here?!" I saw where this was going to go. I couldn't let Scott get murdered by Travis the asshole. Therefore, I had to man up and deal with it. Maybe it was for the best. This would the voices in my head to go away and I wouldn't have to kill myself.

"Don't you dare shoot," Scott said shakily,"if you do, I'll have to kill you myself."

Bang.

I dodged it and looked back at Scott to make sure it didn't hit him. Good, he was okay. "Travis please. Don't do it." He thought about it for a second before answering, "Mitch, I'm not looking to kill your friend. Actually, I saw you at the park and followed you here. Think about it this way. If I kill you, nobody would miss you and we would all be happier." He's right, nobody would miss me. Ever.

"I'D MISS HIM. IF YOU KILL MITCH, YOU HAVE TO KILL ME TOO," Scott yelled at Travis. "Okay," Travis said. "Scott... no," I cried. I ran to him and held him. He leaned in and quickly kissed me. "I love you. I know I just met you, but I can tell. I love you, Mitch."

Bang.