Don't Leave Me

One

(Travis POV)

I can't stand him. He's always so smart in class, he gets all A's. He knows all the answers. Every teacher likes him. He has friends. He has a father. He's kind. I fucking hate him. Everything about him. I turn around to take a glance at that bluenette. He's asleep. This test is too hard. "Sal Fisher! No sleeping in class!" Mrs. Packerton shouted at him. He quickly raised his head. "Sorry." Then she glared at me. I could feel here eyes on the side if my head. Because I was looking at him. "Mr. Phelps! Eyes on your own paper!" I groaned under my breath. I was almost done with the test. When.. The bell ran. I gave her my papers and left. It's finally lunch. Today is my favorite, bologna day.

(Sal's POV)

Ugh. Bologna day.. I sat down between Neil and Larry. "Hey little dude!" Larry playfully nudged me in the shoulder. "Hey guys!" I smiled at them even though they couldn't see it. Sometimes I wish I didn't need a prosthetic. I hate my face. I just want to be like everyone else. And not be judged. I wish I didn't care. But I do. But Larry sticks up for me. That's what I like about him. He's so nice. I'm glad I met him. I glanced over at where Travis sits expecting to see him. But he wasn't there. Odd. "Hey guys, I gotta use the restroom." They all nodded then went back to talking. I got up and left the cafeteria. I wonder where Travis is.

(Travis POV)

I was sitting in one of the bathroom stalls. I was crying. I didn't want to but the tears wouldn't stop. Why is he so perfect? He has amazing friends that care for him. He has a father, that doesn't abuse him everyday even if you don't do anything wrong. I wish I could be him. I hate my father. I hate him so much. I shouldn't have these feeling I have for Fisher. But his blue hair. His unnatural face. His eyes. How he acts. How kind he is. It's a sin to like another male. I hate myself.

(Sal POV)

I walk into the bathroom hearing quiet sobs. I see a crumbled up not by the trash can. Looks like someone missed the trash can. Wouldn't be bad if I peaked would it? I carefully unwrap the note. And I start to read it,
"I know we don't really know each other and you probably have your opinions of me. I thought maybe if I told you how I feel, things could be different. The truth is, I can't stop thinking about you. I think you're amazing! But I know these feelings are wrong. It's not the way a boy should feel. Shame swallows me whole. My father would kill me but I can't live in his shadow forever I just..."

The rest of it was scribbled out. Odd. Then I correctly throw it away and walk over to the stalls. I slowly open each stall until I reach the last one. Someone was in there.