{Lucifer's pov}

Michael and I walk home from school at the end of the day.

"So I know you didn't want to say it in front of everyone, but why can't you go to the movies?" I ask. He awkwardly puts his hands in his pockets.

"I just can't, ok" he says. I stop walking and as soon as he sees I've stopped he stops. I walk and stand in front of him.

"Please, just tell me what's wrong" I say putting my hands on his shoulders. He flinches and pulls away. Now that he is turned around I see a bruise on his neck. It keeps going down and the rest of it I'm assuming is hidden by his shirt.

"What happened there?" I ask. He turns to face me with a wide-eyed expression.

"Nothing! Nothing happened there" he says and starts to quickly walk away. I catch up and grab his wrist.

"What happened?!" I ask more firmly. He looks me right in the eyes and I can see the tears forming. He starts sobbing and I pull him closer to hug him. I hold him in my arms and run my hand through his hair.

"It's ok" I say repeatedly. I could feel tears forming in my own eyes.

"Come on" I say and bring him upstairs to my apartment. I bring him to my room and we sit on my bed. I take my book bag and his and put them on the floor. I hug him again and he continues to cry. I grab a box of tissues off the floor and hand them to him. He uses them to wipe his tears as he sobs. He finally stops crying and detaches himself from me.

"I'm sorry" he says.

"You didn't do anything" I say.

"I'm so weak" he whispers looking at the crumpled tissues in his hands.

"No you're not, you're not weak at all. I just want you to tell me what's wrong and who's doing this to you" I say.

"Ever since my mother died when I was nine my dad has been so upset and angry. He blames it all on me. My mother was taking me to baseball practice and we got into a car accident and she died. I survived and my dad told me that I should have been the one to die. He tells me that every day, and he beats me and tells me that I'm worthless, and that I should just kill myself and....and that no one would miss me" he explains.

He pulls up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal bruises and scars new and old. There are even some cut marks that were not made by his father, if you catch my drift. He pulls up his shirt to reveal all the bruises on his stomach, these ones were fresh.

"Why do you stay?" I ask. He makes a sad smile.

"Where else would I go?"

I take his hand and hold it, I look up into his eyes.

"You're not worthless and you don't deserve to die. Don't listen to a word he says. What happened to your mom was not your fault. And you can't continue to let him do this to you, you can't keep doing this to yourself" I say and a tear slips down his face.

"He's right though, I deserve this" he says. I shake my head but he just removes his hand from mine.

"I have to get back before he gets home" he says, "goodbye Lucifer."

He leaves and I feel a tear go down my own face.

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{Michael's pov}

I quickly go up to my apartment and go to my room. I shouldn't have told Lucifer about that. That was a mistake. Why am I such a failure? I go into my bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. God, I'm such an ugly crier. And useless and worthless. I hate myself more than words can describe.

I grab my razor from the drawer and drag it across my wrist. I cut over and over again watching the blood spill into the sink. Why am I even alive? What reason do I have for being here? Can't it all just go away?

I clean off my arm and put band-aids on the cuts to stop the bleeding. I change into some pajamas. A t-shirt and these ridiculous hello kitty pajama pants that belonged to my mother, I love them because they remind me of her. I also put on fuzzy socks.

After a few hours it's dark and I go to sit on the fire escape outside my window. I breathe in the cold air. The outdoors always helps me clear my head. I suddenly hear footsteps on the level below me and see Lucifer climbing up to where I am.

"Hey Mikey! What's..." he says but stops when he sees the bandaids on my arm. I hide them with my opposite hand.

"Hey Lucifer" I say in reply. He sits on the step below me and holds my arm looking at the band-aids. He gently traces them with his finger. He then hugs me around my waist snuggling his head into my stomach.

"I'm going to save you Michael" he says. At this moment I can't help myself and I gently kiss the top of his head which causes him to hug me tighter. Oh yeah, have I mentioned that I've had a crush on this boy the moment I laid eyes on him? I look over the city skyline. There is so much life out there in the world yet so much death. So much good but so much suffering. We stay there just hugging for the next hour or so.

"I should probably go" Lucifer finally says getting up.

"Yeah, good night" I say. He looks at me as if he is thinking about something. Then he leans in and kisses me on the cheek.

"Good night, also those pajama pants are hot" he says with a smirk and goes down the fire escape. Good thing it's dark otherwise he would have seen the massive blush that just spread across my entire face. That was meant platonically right? No homo tho....

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No homo tho lol

Thanks for reading :)