The silent room scared me quietly look down at wrist the a.c kicking in it sting the light scars.i pulled my sleve and ran to the bathroom out the stupid class room away from the stupid people who call werid emo kid or FAGGOT that word rings in my mind repeated or and or again it hurt more than any cut i could give myself. What felt like forever i made it to the bathroom there he was standing there out breath he blocked the door way he looked at me with his dirty gressy messy mop of curls the covered varises part of his forehead.choclate brown eyes like melted hershey bars. he grabed my wrist i wince in pain he pulled to the ballroom. he pulled my sleves point to the cut marks he screamed "wat is this" he sigh at me "why would you hurt yourself". i try to look at him i did but i could fight the tears he anger boiled i saw his face get red he whisphered "tell me faggot" i wanted to scearm it out what he care "i still love you plz im sorry dont hit me". the gentel tounch of his skin his thumb caressing
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