I Will Follow You | | BoyxBoy

"Why don't you just run away from all your problems instead of smoking and doing drugs? "

Elliot took the cigarette from his mouth, holding it with two of his pale fingers, and turned his gaze from the sunset to me.

" I guess I could ask you the same thing, asshole," He grumbled, smoke coming out of his lips.

"What do you mean by that?" My eyebrow raised at his words.

"As if you don't know," Before I could even process his words, his free hand suddenly reached forward, and grabbed my arm.

I let out a gasp, from both surprise and pain. Elliot didn't waste another second to pull up my sleeve, revealing all the cuts on my arms.

"Che diavolo!?" I cursed, swatting his hand off my arm , and quickly pulled my sleeve back up. But what was the point? He already had enough time to view the scars on my body.

The feeling of him watching me, made my arms around my legs, trying to get in a comfortable position.

But the truth was there wasn't any comfort all, even as I tried to find a certain position.

But his gaze.... It made me feel so weak....

So useless as I was being watched by this stupid asshole sitting next to me. "Jordan, why do you do this to yourself?"

*Because it's the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind, and stabbing myself in the heart...*