One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 35 ~ I'm Sorry

Scott's POV
Everything happened so quickly. Mitch ran offstage, everyone was yelling, I left leaving Kirstie, Avi, and Kevin, followed Mitch to the tour bus, and tried to get to him through a locked door. He gave no response. What was he doing in there? Was he killing himself? Is he cutting? My mind flows with so many thoughts as Kirstie, Avi, Kevin, and Esther come into the bus. We all start banging on the door until I gave up. "He's probably dead," I say, starting to cry. Kirstie tries to comfort me, saying that he isn't dead, while Avi and Kevin try to break down the door. After 5 minutes, they busted the door open. We all burst in to find Mitch passed out on the floor with bloody wrists. I didn't see rope or pills. He probably fell asleep. I'm just glad that he isn't dead. Esther and Kirstie start crying as Kevin and Avi try to comfort them. I clean up Mitch's wrists and I took off his shirt since it had blood on it. Since he's been eating better, I can see his ribs less. I carry him bridal style to his bed and lay him down. "Well.. Everyone knows," I whisper to Mitch while rubbing my hand through his hair. He weakly grabs my hand. It's like he was gesturing me to cuddle with him. I climbed into the bed next to him and he immediately started hugging me. I felt so bad for him. All of a sudden, Mitch whispers,"Do you really love me?" I start tearing up even more. "Mitch, of course I do. Why would you ask a question like that?" I reply. He doesn't respond back. "You didn't... Try to kill yourself.... Did you?" I ask. He looks to me with painful eyes. "Unfortunately, no.."he says with a frown forming on his face. "It's not unfortunate," I reply. He sighs and says,"How would you know? You're not the one who cuts themselves and wishes they would die all the time. And your also not the one who just humiliated themselves in front of our fans!" My jaw drops. Why would he say that? I've been through this too. "Clearly you haven't met me last month. Remember my incident? And I was depressed? How I used to cut?" I snap back. Mitch sits up a little with fury in his eyes. He takes a few moments and looks to me. I could see his eyes become glassy and I see a tear fall. "At least you're getting help.." He whispers, still looking at me. "What?" I say. He looks away and points next to the bunk bed. "Get out," he says. I see more tears stream down his face. I hesitate to stay or leave. "Go!" Mitch screams to me, looking to me just centimeters away from my face. I quickly get out and stumble onto the floor. "I'm sorry.." He whispers before shutting his curtain. I get up and walk out. What the hell just happened?
Mitch's POV
"I'm sorry," I whisper to him. I close my curtain and I bring my hands to my face. There is multiple reasons why I said that, that I'm sorry. For dragging him down to my level, for yelling at his face, for making him stumble to the floor, for being a horrible boyfriend/fiancé. I've brought so much distress on everyone and now the fans know. Pretty soon the news are gonna spread everywhere and my phone is already blowing up with tweets. I've just got so much stress piled onto me that I can't take it. I lie back down as I hear Scott walk off. I then hear him walk outside to all of the surrounding people starting to form. I heard him yell something to them but I couldn't make it out. Pretty soon I hear the voices fade. Scott comes back on and I think he sat down. "How's Mitch?" Kirstie asks. "He's... Uh..." Scott says, hesitating on how to answer. "Oh god," Kirstie says in a worried voice. I heard the footsteps grow louder as the approached me. I turned around and put the blanket over my head, bracing my self. The curtain swings open and a bunch of light shines through. Kirstie grabs my arm and drags me out and onto my feet. "Oh my god Mitch.. Oh my god..." She whispers into my ear while hugging me. I hug back. Everyone else comes over and watches. Scott is in the corner crying while the others watch. "Mitch I'm... I'm so sorry this happened.. We shouldn't have forced you..." Avi says. I back away from Kirstie's hug. "No. It's fine," I say starting to get angry. I start to get back onto my bunk bed when Kirstie grabs my shoulder. "Mitch..." Kirstie starts. "I'm. FINE," I snap as I exit the bus. They start to follow me so I slammed the doors shut, giving them a hint. I went out to the curb near our bus when I hear a bunch of voices. Fans. Our bus is isolated by a fence so people couldn't come in. I then see a bunch of fans clumped up to the nearest place near me. What do I got to lose? I got up and walked over to them. As I approach them, I see tears on their faces and they're crying."Hey guys.." I say weakly while waving. They stop talking and all of them reach out their arms through the holes in the fence. I reach out my arms and they all give me a hug through the fence. I back away, starting to tear up. "I'm so sorry guys... I..." I start, feeling so bad for bringing this on them. "Mitch, don't you dare apologize. There is nothing to apologize for. We will support you every step of the way," one of them says. At this point tears are streaming down my face. "Stop crying, it's okay," another one says, smiling. I bring my hand to my mouth, trying to calm down. "Why are you sad?" A younger fan asks. "Sh! Don't ask him that..." the little girls mother says. "No... It's fine.." I say to her. She nods as I kneel down. I heard the bus doors open behind me. I look back to see them standing, and watching, I look back to the little girl. "I'm sad because I suffer from depression. There are multiple reasons why, but nothing you need to worry about. I will end up doing stuff like cutting my arms and thinking the unthinkable. But in the end, everything will be ok..." I say to her. A tear falls down her cheek as I put my hand through the fence to wipe it away. I hold the side of her face and say,"don't worry about me. I'll be here for a long time.." The little girl nods and I take my arm back. I turned over my wrist. Everyone else gasps. The little girl reached out and gently touches my scars. "Are these your battle scars?" She asks. I smile. "Yes." She gives me another hug through the fence and I stand up. Everyone is silently crying. "Thank you guys for understanding. I'll see you guys at our next concert," I say. "We wouldn't miss it for the world," a fan says. I blow them a kiss and I walk back to the bus. Security comes in and kindly shows them the way out. As I approach the bus, I see tears on everyone's faces. Scott instantly comes in for a hug. I hug back and then I pull away. "I'm fine.." I say quietly, walking into the bus.
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