you and i

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Trigger warning 

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He was first to shout with words full of doubt.

He has seen my pain...was there anything to gain?

These entries were just a fragment of the events that occurred yesterday. Poetry calmed Elliot's nerves and made it easier for him to handle when he is feeling distressed and right now, he needed it more than ever.

He stood in front of the mirror as the morning sun flashed many light patterns into the window. As he changed, he examined his bare chest and scanned the areas that were bruised badly. It was mainly his wrists and his neck area.

These bruises were like bookmarks for him; each one revealing a new chapter. Every time he saw them, he was reminded of what happened to him and he felt his whole body shiver at the very image. He would never forget the things he has felt or dealt with. After it occurred, he was never the same.

Whenever someone laid a finger on him, he would freak out which made him feel like a pathetic loser. Nobody took him seriously when he asked for help and that's when he got the journal. It was there to keep his thoughts in while remaining ambiguous and to him, poetry was a perfect balance between reality and fiction.

People who read it will applaud thinking that he was a scholar, while others who understood it will see who he really is. Not that it mattered since Elliot would never let anyone see it, let alone go near it without his supervision.

"Elliot your mom and I won't be home until Wednesday, but if you need anything at all you have the rest of the staff right here so you should be fine. Don't be late to school, okay? Bye"

He heard the door shut followed by a car reversing out of his driveway.

Another week of being alone was something he was used to by now. He can't even remember the last time they had a proper conversation or acted like a family, but this was how it was for him. Parents work all of the time while he stayed home with a few maids, chefs, and a butler.

Yes, he was rich, and he lived the life anyone would ever dream of, but he didn't really know what it was truly like to have a warm family to come home to and he wanted so badly to have that in his life. He has never complained to his parents though since one, they were never home and two, they wouldn't listen anyway.

He looked over at the clock and sighed as he flung his bag over his shoulders. Another day of school pretending like his life was normal. It was not even noon yet and his day wasn't going so well at all.

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After a few lousy hours of lectures and paperwork, he was finally out of school. As always, he would wait until there weren't many people around before he walked home. The reason he did this is that he hated people knowing his financial status.

Once they do know, they'll kiss up to him and want to hang out with him only for the money. His parents wanted him to go to private school to maintain their reputation but didn't care enough to realize which school he actually registered into, and Elliot would much rather blend in, in public school than go to a private one.

So, none of the students nor his parents knew the real Elliot Davis and he preferred it that way.

Roughly half an hour past and he started to walk through all of the routes he normally takes and made it to Clover Street. As he approached his house, he saw a boy with dark brown eyes and silver hair with hints of purple accented into it.

With closer inspection, he noticed that it was the same boy from yesterday; the one that touched him, nerves were now building inside him like wildfire. He quickly took out his journal and jot the first things he thought of when he saw that boy again.