Chapter 4: Pain

Tyler's P.O.V:

I see Alex's scars on his bloody arm and I was just horrified.

What did he do to his arm? Why did he do this?

"Why did you do this?" I ask with a sound of worry in my voice, he doesn't answer. I am getting irritated. "Why the fuck did you do this!?" I yell. He flinched back a bit, feeling scared.

"Why do you care?" He ask, making me realize what I'm doing.

What am I doing? I realize that I am supposed to hurt him, for fun? I tighten my grip on his arm making it bleed more. He looks like he was about to lose consciousness. Without think I threw him a hard punch making the bruises that he had before burst and bleed out. He fell to the ground.

What am I doing? I think. I reach out to grab his arm, but my friend, Aaron walks in before I could get Alex up.

"Fuck yeah man. It's about time you knock out faggot. Let's beat the shit out of him!" Aaron demanded and I complied. Aaron whistled for his other friends and we ganged up on the unconscious body in front of us.

Forgive me Alex.

Alex's P.O.V:

I slowly wake up slowly.

"What happened?" I asked myself. I try to get up and oof, 'pain. "Fuck!" I cry out. "I can't move. What the fuck happened? The last thing I remembered was..." my mind slowly drifting from what I was saying. As I was losing consciousness, Tyler punched. "Fucking bastard. He only threw a punch. Why do I feel worse? W-Why does it have to be m-me?" I sob. I'm crying like it's gonna solve anything.

I cry for a few more minutes to numb the pain and it worked. Strange. I slowly get up to grab my things and check my phone.

"12:41pm...how long was I out?" I limp to the door. I stop for a moment to look down on my body. Dried blood stains everywhere, it kind of hurts whenever I move.

I can bear it.

I walk to the front office, seeing a petite woman with auburn hair and huge solid black glasses. She didn't see me as yet. I was still limping so it looked I was a zombie, so this might give her a scare.

"Uh hey, can I have a leave for today?" I ask. As she looked up at me to see my bloody bruised face and body; she looked horrified, like she saw her dead grandma. She was gawking at the sight that was in front of her, which was me.

"Young m-man, are you okay?" She walks over to me, trembling, to examine my body.

Do I look okay to you, bitch? I'm bloody from my head to toe for fuck's sake. I say in my head sarcastically.

I back away signaling her to not touch me anymore. She got the message. She quickly wrote me a slip and told me to go to the hospital.

"No." I say while walking away.

1:07pm

I park my bike in front of my house and unlock the door. I shut the door behind me and laid back on the door. I slide down on the door to the floor and I start to cry. My body gets more tense as I sigh through every sob. My scars feeling like they were on fire. I continue to cry in pain as if it would stop the pain, but I knew it wouldn't.

8:52pm

I slowly wake up feeling the aches within my body. I groan in pain trying to remember where I am.

"My front door." I say to myself unknowingly. I get up and then stumble back to the ground landing on my left arm, hard. "Fuck!!!!" I yell in frustration and pain. "Fuck you Tyler Noah!" I scream through my sobs knowing that it wouldn't do me any justice. I crawl over to the kitchen so I can find something to numb the pain in my body.

I reach for the freezer searching for an ice pack. I find about 3 solid ice packs and place them all on my legs so the cold can freeze the pain. I sat there for about 7 minutes to make the numbness effective. I finally got the chance to stand up. I got my bag and shoes and climbed up the stairs.

I got to my room and decided to take a shower. Since the blood seeped through my body unto my clothes, it was hard to get this shit off. "Fuck!' I yell in frustration as if that were to solve anything. I couldn't be bothered to take my time to get this off. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt. "3, 2...1!" I count down yanking the piece of cloth that was stuck to my torso, ripping it off like sticky band-aid. "Ahgggg!" I scream out. "Fuck, it hurts!" I complain. I know I'm not done yet, but another yank will get this off. "I know this is going to be excrutiatingly painful, but fuck it. Let's do this! 1, 2....3!" I yell while ripping off the rest of the shirt. While ripping off the shirt, I can feel my skin peeling off as well. Blood splurring out of my torso, make it look like a leaking gusher. I threw the shirt across the room and stumble on the ground crying and in pain. Blood dripping from my body unto the floor staining the color of the carpet.

"I hate you so much Tyler Noah, but I can't help but like you and I hate myself for it."

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