"Stop poking in on our conversations Shaun." The boys behind me quipped then I heard then mutter something.

I was just sitting in class doing my work and Blake and Liam (not my brother, another Liam) were sitting behind me talking, loudly. They were talking so loud I could barely hear my music.

"Maybe if you didn't talk so fucking loud." I turned back to my work.

"No music in class." Blake taunted.

My mind was screaming, wanting to say "If it wasn't for my music I'd be dead so shut the fuck up." but I'm weak and didn't.

Little to these guys knowledge, I had cut my knuckles with a safety pin that very lesson. They were bleeding but not very much. I guess it's a habit. I loathe to see to blood. I need it, like a drug and I can't quit.

Being bullied made me feel insecure about myself and caused me to self harm. It only hurt sometimes, the others were for pleasure.

After that lesson I was miserable for the rest of the day, I found it hard to concentrate. Things got worse when I got home. I was helping mum in the kitchen.

"Shaun, what happened to your hand?" My mum asked. "Are they cuts?"

I had to think quick. "No, tree at school."

"Hmm okay." She was still in question but seemed to act that she believed, for my sake.

I saw her keep shooting glances at my hand where I'd cut. I wish she didn't see it.

About an hour later she questioned Luke. I said I was going for a shower but I could hear everything.

"He has scars all up his arm, I've seen pictures. He really is emo." That son of a mother fucking bitch. I could have killed him. Why did he have to tell her?

"Shaun, could you come here?" My mum called.

"No... I-I don't have any clothes on..." I had no other excuse so that worked.

I spent my whole shower wondering what to say and plans for killing Luke. I decided I'd say it was because I didn't like my teachers at the start of the year and it was really hard. I guessed that would work.

"Shaun, why couldn't you talk to me?"

"It's not that easy..."

"But I'm your mum. You can trust me."

"I know, thank you. I just felt like everyone wouldn't care or understand."

"You need to realize that I'm not just your mum but also your friend. Please, if things ever get that bad again come talk to me."

"Yes mum. Love you."

"Love you too. Night"

I walked up to my room. I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. Why did that little shit have to tell her? It was my secret, not his.

I pulled out my phone to see if anyone had messaged me. I had one from Andy. 'I'm waiting in your room...' What the fuck was he on about?

I leant back on my bed so my head was hanging over the other side to my legs. I heard breathing.

"Uhh... Hi... Shaun." It was Andy.

"What do you want? And why are you in my room?" I said as I turned over.

"Well... I saw your hand today and I wanted to see if you were okay." He was under my bed with his head sticking out so it was directly under mine.

"Just people being dicks. I'm fi... No, I'm not fine. My mum has seen the scars and now she thinks I'm suicidal." I said and I pulled down my sleeve, as I felt insecure.

"You know I've always been here for you. Stop hurting yourself. It's not good for you." He climbed out from under my bed and sat next to me. I rolled over to face him.

"It's not that easy..." I tried to explain but failed. "It's addictive, I love the sight of the red droplets oozing out of my skin. I need it."

I sort of smirked as I said the last part, that was a bit of a mistake. I think Andy was freaked out by my causality with talking about blood.

"Shaun, don't. I need you in this world." He said as he looked into my eyes and leaned in to kiss me. Our lips joined and my heart raced. I couldn't have asked for something better at this time.

A/N: Majority of the first section of this chapter is actually based on me and my issues. It becomes my imagination when Shaun finds Andy in his room. That never happened to me but everything before that did. The story will still be about Shaun and his battles but will be less of my own personal experiences. So do you guys like it?

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