Think of all the joys, you'll find when you leave behind the world and bid your goodbyes.
~Peter Pan

Butch's POV

I sat on my bed, debating to take my pills or not. Sure they work, but my anger issues get worst with them, but if I don't take them my schizophrenia. I took a deep breath and heard a door knock.

"Yeah?" I called as my hand gribbed onto my pill bottle.

"Dad says it's time to go." Boomer said as I nodded.

"Alright, I'm coming." I said as I looked at my pills, I sighed and placed them back in my table and grabbed my bag. I walked out and saw they was walking inside the car. I shook my head and tried not to seem any different. As I sat next to Boomer, I gribbed the fabric of my pants. 

Dad dropped us off, and I tried to ingore the demon looking person sitting in the passager seat. I smiled as we walked in school, trying to seem normal. I walked away from my brothers, not bothering a second glance and walked over to my team mates.

Now yes, we that kind of school where you have your own group. Jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, hippies, druggies, and the quiet ones. Now my team, you have to hang out with them. You have to date a cheerleader or another player. Now that's what hard for me. No one knows about my mental health but Brick, Boomer, and my dad. I hate my team, but I love soccer.

Since soccer is the only thing I'm good at. Now classes aren't good for me. Brick tries to help, but my anger issues get to much for him to handle, so he quit. Then Boomer tried, but failed horribly. Since he isn't smart as Brick, but almost. My dad just gave up on me, since he said I was just like my mother. I choose to shut him out, but there's those moments we'll have a Disney father son moment. I sighed as I heard my teams mates, talk about this upcoming game. I shut them out, and finally walked away to my locker, which was on the science wing.

I sighed and punched in my code, and heard footsteps. I turned and saw Buttercup walking with her head down. I grimanced as I saw some of her bones poking out from her cheeks as she looked at her phone. I forced myself to turned, but I couldn't.

"Butters?" I asked, shocking both of us. Buttercup looked at me with her pale lime green eyes. I gulped and left my hand on the locker, to make sure I wasn't dreaming, or seeing things.

"Butch?" Buttercup asked as her voice cracked. 

"Are you okay?" I asked as I gribbed onto to my locker, my fingers turning white. 

"Yes." She lied, I felt my anger bubbling up. I looked down at my feet, and took a deep breath.

"Are you lieing to me?" I hissed, trying to keep my anger down, but it was becoming to strong.

"I-I'm not lieing." She studdered as I shook my head and laughed. I groaned and slammed my locker shut, ingoring the pain from my figners.

"Butch?!" Buttercup yelled as she ran over. She looked at me with worried eyes and I looked away.

"What's your code?" She asked as I closed my eyes. "Damn it Butch, your fingers are bleeding! What's your code!?" She yelled as I told my code and she punched it in, and opened my locker. She grabbed my hand, and I looked at my bleeding knuckles. I looked at her and pulled back my hand.

"Your hurt." She said as I looked at her.

"So are you." I said as I ran off. I gribbed my hand, and ran into the boys locker room. I opened my locker and grabbed my gauze, from Brick. I sighed and started to wrap my fingers, and closed my eyes as I tried to calm myself down. But I couldn't, I yelled and punched the lockers. Cause my to hiss, but I punched them again, and again, til I felt blood rushing down my knuckles. I sighed and fell on the ground. I closed my eyes and let my head hit the lockers.

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