Warning: Triggering and swearing

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Mitch's P.O.V.

'No point.'

'Jerome left you.'

'Just kill yourself.'

'It will all go away when you do.'

'Come on Mitch! You pathetic shit just end you're pain already!'

'What's the point of even staying? What is there to gain? Nothing? A small, barely possible chance someone will love you?'

'Bullshit. Just do the deed. Everybody's too busy with everybody else to notice that you ever left!'

'Do it now Mitch!'

'KILL YOURSELF!!!'

'WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!!!'

'DIE YOU WORTHLESS CUNT!!!'

I whipped my head as the thoughts pierced in my head. The bench and the area around it silent and abandoned.

Loneliness struck my soul. The thoughts repeated itself as I questioned my sanity and worth after a thousand times of doing so.

"I don't know why I stay..." I murmured. My mind raged a war inside itself. Begging for me to end it.

Trying to ignore it I averted my eyes from where my thoughts could scream the loudest. The bench creaked as I placed my weight on it. The red, white lined scars burned on my legs. Reminding me what I did. Every scar had a voice. A memory. A reason. Yet I don't remember the meaning. A sigh slipping out of my mouth I bolted up right. Agitated and afraid of how harsh the thoughts were turning.

'Seriously Mitch? You need a person to help you up? Pathetic.'

'Wow, never realized how shitty you're life was until you admitted you were gay.'

'Dumbass, you could have been perfect.'

'YOU JUST HAD TO GET A CRUSH ON YOUR BEST FRIEND!!!'

'Stupid'

'Didn't you hear us before?'

'Just escape...Take out the trash. It's long over due you lazy ass'

'Wow, you made it this far? I thought you were stronger than this Mitch'

'Guess we were wrong'

'Guess we were all wrong'

'Just, when you're ready. We'll be here. We always are.'

My eyes widened as the thoughts slowly went away. Leaving me at ease. My eyes taking in where I was I tensed as I saw Jerome glaring at me.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled. Tears welling in my eyes I turned away. Knowing my mind led me here just to be in pain.

Slowly I started sliding my feet against the concrete. Taking one hesitate step after the other. Flinching as soon as Jerome spoke up.

"Mitch wait." Jerome called out. Tensing I whipped myself around. Why am I listening to him?

Because I don't have suicidal thoughts telling me something else? Wow...You really are pathetic Mitch...

"What Jerome?" I replied. Not baring to look him in the eyes I stared at the tree to the left of Jerome.

The conversation awkward yet desperate in a way. As if we needed each other and couldn't bare to not see each other for even a few minutes.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't have snapped like that. I just...I miss her...That's all.." Jerome apologized.

I felt my eyes widen in disbelief. Slowly snapping my eyes to Jerome's I just watched him.

Jerome, was saying sorry to me. Saying sorry for being sensitive over his own sister. Who died from suicide.

Jerome, saying sorry to me because Ashley was depressed and Jerome couldn't save her.

Because Jerome saw her hanging by the fan in her room. Just limp, the rope around her neck.

Saying sorry because he was afraid to fall into the same situation.....New thoughts filled my head to replace the shocking silence. Not the same, harsh one's that usually flood my mind. These were....Different...

'Say something Mitch'

'Jerome's crying right now, he needs you'

'You know, you really should answer him he's going into a panic'

'Okay, now his lower lips is trembling.'

'Mitch? Jerome is about to bolt away.'

'Ummm, Mitch?'

'SAY SOMETHING GOD DAMMIT!!!'

"JEROME!!!" I blurted out. Jerome whipped around to stare me in the eyes. Tears shined in his eyes as he looked at me.

"I'm sorry. I am sorry I tried ending myself. I'm sorry I blamed you for Vikk's coma. I'm sorry I blamed you for forgetting Preston.

I'm sorry for calling out Ashley.

I'm sorry for not telling you how I felt. How I was depressed. How we didn't visit Rob enough because I wasn't in the mood.

How whenever we went to a party I would screw myself over and get drunk.

I'm sorry for telling you everything and putting stress on your shoulders. I know you aren't a god.

I know you can't put the world on your shoulders. Yet somehow, for some reason. I still tell you. And I'm sorry I do.

And most of all...I'm sorry I didn't tell sooner that....That I love you..." I confessed.

Jerome watched me. Emotionless, not sure how to react. Speechless. Finally processing what I just said he nodded.

Slowly he wiped away the tears on his face and in his eyes. Lowering his arms he continued staring at me. Both of us a meter away from each other.

A sigh escaping my lips I started turning back around. As soon as I did I felt something collide into me.

Arms wrapped around my stomach as I felt warmth pulse through me. Jerome rested his head on my shoulder.

A smile present on his face as forgiveness shined around him. Jerome's black, long sleeve shirt was pressed against the back of mine.

"I know you are Mitch. I know." Jerome forgived. A smile on my face I turned myself around.

Wrapping my arms around Jerome I stood there. Enjoying his embrace. And appreciating the fact that when I was with Jerome....

The thoughts all went away....