Unwanted (BoyxBoy) ~Completed~

Unwanted Ch.7

*A week later*

It's pouring outside and I'm sitting at the park under a tree ditching school. I'm scared as hell to go back there so I didn't go today. My mind is completely empty and I've been trying to keep it that way for the past two hours.

Soon lightning strikes and I go inside a small cafe at a corner to keep from getting any wetter. Why didn't I go in before you may wonder and stop myself from practically freezing to death? I don't know?

The lady at the cafe greets me and I order a super large hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. Oh yes I love my marshmallows. She hands it to me and I go and find a seat by a window and sit down.

Today I have to go to the hospital again and it hasn't been any help. Like at all. All I ever do is seat there because Andy never speaks a word and I couldn't care less about being there. Everyone there just sucks as bad as everyone else so how the hell are they suppose to make me feel better?

And to make it worse I've been continually picked on at school and I've been doing a pretty good job at avoiding Sam when I can by hiding and rushing to classes as fast as possible. Once though last week he caught me in the hallway and you'll never guess what happened? Oh you bet, it caused me a hospital trip but Sam didn't even get a chance to hit me because as soon as he had pushed me up against those lockers I started hyperventilating and had like a major panic attack. As soon as they saw me like that they had run away before any teachers caught them and eventually someone found me and called an ambulance. That's basically how I spent my fifteenth birthday, in a hospital emergency room.

I've been cutting more too. Mom's been so busy lately with work and has been having to do more hours so that doesn't give her as much time to constantly be checking on me. And dad, well you know he doesn't give a shit. My wrists are covered in cuts but I can't help it. It helps forget about the emotional pain but on worse days nothing erases that pain. Nothing.

The doctor has put me on some depression medication and has it been helping? Not much, I feel annoyed though cause nothing seems to ever want to go right for me. I hear a bell at the front door and see someone familiar come in. Wow I had completely zoned out and forgot I was even here. Guess that's what happens though when your so lost in your thoughts.

In walks Andy with his usual black hair covering his eyes and hood pulled up making his face barely visible. He walks right pass me not even noticing me there and takes a seat at the far corner of the cafe. He always seems so mysterious and quiet that I haven't been able to get a word out of him.

To help distract my thoughts and not focus on my own problems, I gain some courage and stand up and walk over to him. He glances up at me and than looks back out the window, his face completely emotionless.

"Hey, thought you could use some company." I tell him sitting down and waiting for some sort of sign that he heard me. Nothing. I sigh and that's when I notice a purple bruise right under his eye. It was barely visible since his hair covered most of it but you could still tell it was there. Choosing to not interfere with whatever happened, I stay quiet and look around the cafe.

There are some old couples sitting around chatting happily and some men dressed in suits with briefcases who look like there on their way to work. Seems like Andy and I are the only ones not in school right now. Well I think at least Andy goes to school. He looks to be around sixteen.

"Why are you sitting here?" Did he just talk? My eyes are wide open and so is my mouth at hearing him talk for the first time. His voice sounds nice and smooth which is not how I expected him to sound. Yeah I always pictured some cold mean voice to come out of him. I feel dumb now. Let me just shut up.