SLAYED

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A/N- Hey before you start reading let me explain some things. When a text is in bold it means that the character is speaking. And second if you see something like Mm or Sm or Jd I just means Marcus's Mom, Simons Mom, Justin's Dad etc. Also if there is underline text it means it's a text That is all I hope you enjoy reading.

I'm looking out the window, staying silent, as always, I've been in this room for 2 months, they tried to get me to talk, but then I didn't feel ready... Now... I think I'm ready. I hear a knock on my door, not long after a tall pale blond woman comes in with a clipboard and a pen.
-Hello Marcus, how are you feeling today ?-
She asks with a soft smile
- I'm okay Dr.Alice-
I reply shortly
- Is there something on your mind, you're looking out the window again and your tone is softer then usual-
This is why I love this woman, she's very observant which makes her a great psychologist
-Yes, actually... I think I want to talk-
I stammer, fumbling with my fingers trying not to bite of my nails and or pick my skin
- Really? That's grate, what would you like to talk about?-
She says while sitting down in one of the armchairs in my room, setting down her clipboard on the bedside table
-Id like to talk about the incident, the one that started all of this-
I say while my voice cracks a bit, I'm very stressed and I think she noticed
- Hey it's ok, take a deep breath and when ever you're ready-
She says putting her hand on mine.
-ok...-

•3 months ago•
(Flashback)
-Finally summer vacation! It feels like school lasted centuries- Alex yells while going out of the so called "school" it feels more like a prison but okey.
- I know right, i can't wait to relax, no tests, no homework, no nothing-says Lucas
- So do you guys have any plans for the summer ?- I ask
L-Well me and my parents were planing on going to Spain to visit my family, but besides that nothing-
-I'm so jealous of you Lucas, I'd kill a man to have a family in Spain- Exclaims Eliot
A- You're one to talk El ! You have family in France AND Greece what more could you ask for ?-
E- To know Spanish to a degree that I won't be bearly passing Spanish class-
M- I don't thinks it's you're Spanish, i think Mrs. P is just a huge bitch-
E- Might be so-
Eliot smiles, and quickly looks at me
-What about you Mac, got anything planned for the summer ?-
M- No not really, my parents are going to Poland to visit family but they aren't taking me with them. I don't know Polish that well, and I'm not close with my family there. So I'm just chilling I guess-
J-Hey guys ! Whatcha taking about ?-
A voice behind be asks, i turn around and see Justin and Simon some of my other friends.
S- Yeah, you guys totally just ditched us !
Simon yelled while playfully punching my arm
L- Oh nothing just summer plans
J-Oh cool ! Speaking of which, do you guys have any plans for the first weeks of the summer ? So like from next week to the last week of the month ?-
L-Yeah I'm free-
A- So am I -
E-Yea I think we all are free during that time why ?-
J-Well my dad is going for a business trip in Italy and since I have to go with him, he offered that I invite my friends to come along -
A-Oh that sound awesome id love to go but I don't know if my parents will be able to buy me tickets to Italy-
J-Oh no, we'll pay, you just come along and have fun, don't worry about it really-
L-oh well then we'll just ask to make sure we can-
J-Okay grate text me when you get an answer-
Justin smiles and runs ahed to this dads car, Mr.Isaac is a widow, his wife died in some unusual circumstances, still unknown to this day. I sometimes feel bad for him, I can't imagine what that's like. We continue to walk to our houses, we live very close to each other, Alex and Simon live 5 minutes away from each other, me and Eliot are literally neighbors, and Lucas lives a block away from us. When we were around 5 I used to sneak into Eliots room almost every night, 10 years late still doing it and I only got caught twice. I've been in the same friend group for 10 years, we all met during an business event that our parents had to attend, we found out that we had a lot in common and we stayed together ever since. These guys where like my brothers, my ride or die and I could never imagine what it would be like without them..
E-Hey Mac are you okay ? You seem spaced out.
Eliot says to me with a smille, so cheerful yet so full of worry, he was always like this, always worried for others and yet he still is one of the most brutally honest people I know.
S-Are you doing that weird narrating in your mind thing? I thought you stopped doing that ?What are you, a kid ?
M-Says the one who was peeing the bed till age 10, and still sleeps with a tone of pillows. What are you, a baby?
I reply with a smirk, while Simon is turning beet-red, El is dying form laughter.
S-Stop laughing El, you did some embarrassing things as a kid too !
E-Really like what ? Go ahead hit me, baby
He said teasingly with a big grin plastered on his face.
S- How about that time you... you.. dam-it.
Simon cursed, to be honest El doesn't have a lot of "embarrassing" memories just a lot of "cute" ones, (little kid cute) like how he used to kiss everyone on the cheek as a way of saying "Hello" but I guess it's just the French in him. After more walking we finally get to our houses and part ways. I walk into my home to be greeted by my mom making dinner, it was her day off. She usually makes the maids cook or tells us the get take out, which is a bummer because I love her cooking. I say hi and quickly go up to my room to put away my backpack. After I go in I sit in my desk chair and think of Justin's offer, don't get me wrong I love Italy and my friends just staying with them for more then 3 days can become... hectic to say the least. I pull out my phone to text Eliot, see if he's going, he's usually the one who helps me calm down everyone so if he's going I'm going I would leave him alone with those idiots.
M-Hey Eliot are you going ?
E-Yea I think so if my parents let me hbu?
M-Idk I need to ask my parents first but probably yea,
E-Ok well when you talk to them let me know
M-Will do, talk to you later my moms calling me
E-Yeah talk to you later
I put away my phone and go down stairs, where I join my mom and my siblings for dinner, my dad hasn't come home yet, he's working late so he can spend more time with his family in Poland. As we are eating my mom asks us the usual questions, how was your day, did something interesting happen, do you want to do anything for the summer. That was when I told her about Justin's offer, she thought it was a great idea and that it would be perfect for me to have some alone time with me friends. She trusts me enough to know I won't be doing stupid shit when I'm with my friends and a parent would technically be there so she really had nothing against it. I thanked her, I'm glad I have a mother like her. Although we don't spend so much time together she can always count on me, and I can always count on her. She asked if any of my other friends are going, I told her that possibly everyone in my friend group is going. "Oh so you're going to be with Eliot" my brother teases me, he has this thing where he thinks I'm in the closet and I secretly like Eliot, which kinda makes me mad, because I'm not. I'm not homophobic or anything, it just that I'm not interested in guys. „Yes, because he is my friend and that's what friends do, hang out. If you had friends you'd know" I reply with a sarcastic smile, my sister lets out a quick laugh that she was holding in."Marcus..." my mom looks at me with her "come on that was kinda mean" look. I sigh, apologize, and continue eating dinner. After everyone was done I took all the plates and washed them. While I was doing that my mom sat in the kitchen asking me about the trip. I told her everything I knew, it was nice talking to her, she mentioned that she'll give Justins dad a call and discuss it with my dad and then she'll let me know if I'm going for sure. I thanked her. After I finished washing the dishes I took a shower and went to bed, well really laid down. I was so hyped up and so desperate to know if I'm going or not that I couldn't sleep. I stared at the ceiling for hours before slowly drifting into a deep sleep...

I can't wait till morning...