Milo wasn't one to socialize at all, but this new boy at his school was so interesting for some reason. The way he awkwardly waved at people (and once at him) and his weirdly charming demeanor seemed to spark an interest in Milo. There was no way he could muster up the courage to introduce himself to this new guy, so he quietly (and not very secretly) observed him.

He would constantly stare at him, and sometimes he would get caught, which made a very awkward moment happen.

And then, one fateful day, while Milo was wandering around school skipping, he saw this new guy trip and fall. He rushed over to help, which was new for Milo.

"Ow!" The stranger whined, and when he sat up, they both noticed a large scrape on his knee. It seemed pretty painful to Milo, and it was. Blood started to drip down his knee, making Milo even more interested in this man.

"Hi." Milo said, totally oblivious to what was going on. He wasn't even kneeling down, he was just standing over him like a ghoul. He looked ghoulish, he had very pale skin, short black scruffy hair, and 4 inch platforms. He was wearing an absurd amount of chains as well, and all of his clothes were black and red.

"Hello?" The man said, waving weirdly. This is when Milo squatted down next to him and tilted his head. His black lipstick was slightly smudged which was a little off putting.

"What's your name? Where are you from? Do you know me? I know you, I watch you..." Milo smiled, the new guys mouth was a little open from shock, both from his knee and from this weird dude.

"I'm Lucas... um... what about you?"

"What about me?" Milo was still somehow squatting, his legs weren't even shaking.

"What's your name..."

"Milo."

There was an awkward silence that followed. When Lucas tried to get up he groaned in pain, feeling his gash widen. He happened to fall on the corner of a wall, which was made of brick. This was an outdoor school, an old outdoor school.

Because of the pain, Lucas sat back down and sighed. Milo just stared at him.

"Do you think you could get someone Milo? I think I need stitches..." Lucas looked at Milo, who was now sitting with his legs stretched fully out, the bottom on his shoe was touching one of Lucas's hands.

"I can, but I wanna talk to you, you seem nice." Milo smiled. It was clear to Lucas that there was something "wrong" with Milo, he was completely clueless and unbothered. And oddly overly social. And he was scratching his arms a lot.

"Milo are you... okay?" Lucas was more worried for Milo than himself. Milo nodded and scratched his head, then coughed.

"Um... okay well... I need help." Lucas looked around, there was no classroom or office around them, just a bathroom. He could feel the blood start to soak his socks, he was wearing cargo shorts. When he looked back down at his knee he felt a wave of nausea, so much blood.... And he could see the layers of skin.

"Shit..." Lucas mumbled and put a hand to his forehead. Milo frowned.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked, Lucas shook his head.

"No I might throw up.. or pass out... maybe both..." Lucas breathed heavily, and stared at Milo. Milo stared back. It was a very weird minute of eye contact. At least he thought he was looking at Milos eyes, his hair was covering them.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Lucas looked away, he was getting flustered, he'd never looked at any ones face for that long. Milo on the other hand was leaping with joy mentally, he was finally meeting Lucas! He probably won't remember it though cause he's extremely drugged up.

"Idk" Milo shrugged, then scratched the back of his head again. Lucas noticed little scabs on Milos hands, they seemed self inflicted. He looked up at Milo. This is when he realized that this guy was probably extremely disturbed mentally, so he started to be a little nicer to him.

"Um, why do you keep scratching yourself? Doesn't that start to hurt after a little?" Milo nodded.

"It's a thing I have, like I don't even realize it, it's like I don't know maybe like... like... it's like breathing..." Milo coughed again. Lucas nodded, there was something very welcoming about Milo, it was strange.

"What grade are you in?" Lucas started to cross his legs, the conversation was starting to distract him from his knee.

"I'm a.... Uh...." Milo wiped his nose and then scratched the back of his head. Lucas leaned over and grabbed his wrist... but so lightly... it felt so calming to Milo, just a gentle and thoughtful touch. Lucas pulled Milos hand away from his hair, and put it back on his lap where it was previously. Then Lucas realized that he just grabbed his hand.

"Oh shit! Im sorry i just didn't want you to like, accidentally cut yourself from scratching im sorry...!" Lucas covered his face in embarrassment.

"You're hands are... are very warm...." Milo smiled, and instead of going to scratch his head he held Lucas's hand. Lucas started to panic, was he flirting with him? And was he actually attracted to this drugged up emo kid?

Lucas stared into Milos eyes, which he could actually see now. First thing he noticed was how much they reminded him of a puppy. Then he noticed how fucking red they were, like holy shit, it was like his scleras were solid blood. And then he noticed the eyeliner and the black eyeshadow.

"Um... so what's your grade?" Lucas asked again, and smiled awkwardly, which made Milo even happier. He loved his smile.

"I'm in 12th." Lucas added on.

"Me too, I'm in 12th grade, uh... but uh... I don't really do the... the learning. I'm not in 12th grade classes... I'm too dumb..." Milo giggled. It was kind of sad to be honest.

Lucas frowned, "I don't think your dumb!" Then he smiled, "maybe you're just good at other things..." this shocked Milo, someone didn't think he was stupid?

"I like to draw, look-" Milo quickly turned around and unzipped his backpack, then he got out a bunch of loose papers and put them on Lucas's lap.

Lucas was shocked, the papers were filled with drawings of decomposing animals and flowers. It was all so detailed and carefully drawn, but it also had a element of mythology or fantasy. On other papers there were drawings of people, some had gore and others seemed to look intimate. It was... beautiful in a twisted way.

"These are incredible Milo..." Lucas continued to look through the papers. Then he saw a drawing that looked... extremely disturbing. It was a drawing of someone ripping there rib cage out. The parts of the body that were lewd were scratched out. That wasn't the most disturbing part however. There were water stains on the paper that looked like tears... and blood. Milo quickly took that one away and shoved it in his backpack.

This resulted in Lucas getting a paper cut. Lucas winced, "ow!"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... sorry..." Milo whimpered and quickly grabbed Lucas's hand. He observed it. "Oh no no no..." Milo looked up at Lucas, "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay Milo, it was an accident." Lucas said calmly, he felt bad, he couldn't imagine how embarrassed Milo felt when Lucas saw that drawing. It was clearly some type of... trauma release or something of that nature.

"I didn't know that drawing was in there... fuck... and then I hurt you... it's my fault..." Milos voice was shaky. Lucas again told him it was okay, then held his hand. This seemed to calm him down.

Out of nowhere Milo buried his head into Lucas's shoulder. Lucas froze, and immediately had the urge to rub his back, so he did.

Milo felt something warm and wet seep through from the outside of his jeans. He looked down, and saw that entire lower half of Lucas's left leg was covered in blood.

"Holy shit!" Milo moved away and pointed at the sight. It was gruesome, there was a giant gash the length of Lucas's knee. It was deep, and even showed some of his knee cap. Lucas looked down, this time noticing the nauseating details on his leg.

He started to breath heavily. When he first saw it, it just seemed like a deep cut, the blood covered the bone peaking through. He couldn't stop looking at it.

"Oh my god..." Lucas was shaking, he felt like he was going to vomit and pass out again but this time it was much worse.

Milo took off his platforms and ran to get help, he yelled "I'm getting someone!" And started screaming "HELP!!!".

Lucas sat with his sliced knee in silence. He whimpered, it was too much. The gore on his leg was reminding him of the "accident" that happened 10 years ago. He was staring at his leg but in his mind he was staring at the remains of his little sister on the road. And just like 10 years ago, he passed out.