•Stressful Events•

Whats wrong with me?

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Larry's pov:

I woke up fluttering my eyes a little as my alarm clock rung, which annoyed me alot. I got up lazily barely being able to walk in a straight line as I grabbed sweatpants and a Sanity Falls shirt from my bedroom drawer getting changed into them they obviously had the scent of weed on them which I liked about them.After getting ready it was about 7:50am so I left out and met up with Sal and the others.We strolled down the street talking about what classes we like or not.

Time skip.

I was now at school and spotted a Blonde-haired guy messing with his locker obviously it was Travis.He caught on that I was looking at him and started walking towards me.

"Why are you looking at me like that f@g?" The blonde-haired church boy asked,his face going red with anger.

"What am I not allowed to look or something now?" I replied trying to piss off the boy and it was obviously working.

"NO.You are not allowed to look at me actually you greaseball!" The angry boy shouted.

"Whatever,Phelps."

"Fuck off Johnson."

"How about no why should I listen to you huh?"

"YOU BASTARD." Travis tried to punch me but missed completely PFFTT

The bell rang loudly indicating it was time to go the class and just to my luck Travis is in the same class as me but whatever.

"I'll see ya later the Phelps."

"Fuck you." The church boy said, red with anger.

Travis' pov:

I hate that prick Larry with his stupid demonic "music" and greasy hair, he's nothing but a stupid sinner.I wasn't in the mood for class today so I ran too the bathroom tears running down my face because I was thinking of how bad class would be because Larry is in it.If Father found out that I'm skipping I'd be dead meat.But why do I keep thing about Larry,it's almost as if I'm scared of him.

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If you are sensitive of this topic I suggest that you should stop reading this.

I run to the stall at the end of the bathroom and lock myself in there.Choked sobs escaping my mouth.

"Whats wrong with me?" I ask myself as hot tears run down my cheeks.

I rummage through my bag and there I find it. My blade.

I roll up my sleeve and hold it in my other hand putting it against my right arm. I panic when I hear someone come into the bathroom and I sob more looking at the cuts I had left on my arm. The person stands infront of the cubicle.I recognize the shoes.It's Larry fucking Johnson you've got to be kidding me.

"Hey is anyone in there?" The metalhead asked.

"Fuck off Larry." I say with a tone of anger in my voice.

"Travis?Open the door."

"No!Why would I do that?"

"Fine then I'm coming in."

"You can't because the doors locked."

I then hear a rattling noise from the outside of the door then the door SWUNG open.

"LARRY WHAT THE FU-?" I said before he cuts me off.

"Told ya I would."

Larry then looks down at my arm,with a terrified look on his face. Shit. Shit. Fuck .Fuck .I hate this. I hate this. I hate this so fucking much.

"HOLY SHIT. TRAVIS!" The stoner screamed.

I looked at Larry and then my arm as I froze in shock unable to move.

Larry then sits down by me locking the stall door behind him.

Shit.Shit.Fuck

He held my arm and examined it whilst looking at me in disbelief. There were cuts and bruises all over my arm.

"WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF!"

I flinched because of how loud he is shouting right now it reminds me of father and I hate it.I really fucking hate it.

Larry takes a deep breath, and then hugs me.Why is he hugging me whats going on?Wait why do I kinda like it.NO IM NOT A F@G I CAN'T LIKE IT.Even after I told myself that I tightened my grip on Larry's shoulders and rested my head in the crook of his neck whilst tears ran down my cheeks.

Larry kept telling me things like "shh." Or "It's ok." It actually helped alot.

After a while Larry let go of me.

"Lets clean these up." Larry said calmly. He grabbed sanitizer and some bandages.

I winced at the pain and how much it hurt.After it was done I looked up at Larry.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"That's not important right now,I should be the one asking questions.So are you gonna tell me why you hurt yourself like that."

"I just couldn't control it plus I deserve the pain."

"Don't you ever say shit like that to yourself ever again Trav."

"DON'T CALL ME TRAV YOU GREASEBALL."

"Whatever take my number and text or call me if there's ever something wrong."He had a serious tone to his voice,he then handed me a piece of paper with his number on it. I just nodded.