A/N Marco and Dylan are still both in high school.
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Marco took the sharp knife in his hands and cut his wrist…once…twice…three times before he collapsed into hysterical tears. After the break up with Dylan everything seemed to go wrong-his dad was always angry at him because he was gay-his mom never seemed to want to look at him anymore and him and his one of his best friends Spinner had gotten into a fight over nothing! He was glad that for once he was home alone free to do what ever he wanted. Why did we have to break up? Look at yourself Marco! You're pathetic-this is why he broke up with you because he knows your fucking weak! Marco thought angrily. A knock on the door made him jump and cut himself more then he had desired to. Quickly hiding the knife, pulling his sleeve down, and wiping away the tears a depressed Marco got up to open the door.
"Hi-what the hell do you want D-Dylan!" he said then tried to slam the door but Dylan caught it with his foot. He had tears in his eyes
"I-I'm sorry-I love you and the fight we had-it was stupid Marco-I love you," he said sadly. Marco cried then he noticed blood-he grabbed his arm but let go when he yelped in pain. Carefully he pulled Marco's sleeve up.
"Marco-I-oh my god! I'm so sorry-this is all my fault! I'm an idiot!" he said on the verge of tears. Marco pulled back slightly
"Dylan j-just g-go-go back to whatever h-his n-name is," said Marco. Dylan stepped into the house
"Marco there is no one else-I want you, please baby-forgive me? I'm sorry. You were right. I love you." he said. Hesitantly Dylan touched Marco's hand and when he didn't let go Dylan stepped closer.
"Why did you cut yourself? Marco that doesn't seem like something you would do-talk to me.
What else is wrong?" he asked comfortingly Marco sat down on the couch and Dylan sat with him.
"After we broke up Dylan, dad hates me, mom refuses to look at me because she's also mad at me, and Spinner and I got into a fight about nothing! I've felt like crap with you gone and I did the only thing that I could think of that would ease my pain…emotional pain that is-right now my arm hurts like hell," he said as Dylan rubbed his back.
"I'm sorry, but please promise me Marco that you will never do this again because it-it scares me. I hate it when someone hurts themselves-I felt like crap too when we broke up-mostly because I knew it was my fault, but I didn't do that," Dylan said with a worried look at his arm.
"I-I pr-promise, I think I'm going to go get this cleaned up though-I'll be right back," said Marco then got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. Dylan grabbed his arm before he went in there "ow! Dylan!" said Marco painfully.
"Marco there's a razor in there--do it in this sink where I can see you," he said with concern in his eyes. Marco sighed and rolled his eyes
"Fine, but let go of my arm-it hurts," he said and at the word hurt Dylan let go immediately "Sorry," he apologized. Marco turned the water on and put his arm under it-wincing as he did so. Dylan looked away from the blood
"Where's the knife or whatever you used?" he asked not looking at Marco.
"In-in the bathroom-I swear I wasn't going to break my promise!" he added quickly when Dylan gave him a dangerous look. Dylan walked to the bathroom and found the blood stained knife in the cabinet under the sink. He washed it off and laid it on the kitchen counter. Marco started crying again "
Marco-shh, shh-what's wrong? Did I do something?" asked Dylan as Marco drenched his shirt. "N-no D-Dylan, i-it wa-wasn't you," was all he could manage out for about an hour.