The bathroom door opened and Butters came in, catching his breath. "Here you are, Leo-you're ok?" He said asked as he noticed that Leo was kneeling. Leo immeditally got up and turned away from him, so Butters can't see his tears running down his cheaks. He was the last persn he wanted to see in this moment...but Leo was glad he came.
"Yeah *snif* I'm fine." Leo said, trying to sound like he wasn't crying, whiping the tears out his eyes. "I go home for now, ok." And with that he walk passed Butters, trying not to look at him on his way out, and left the bathroom. Leo saw as he was passing him that Butters hands were cleanched into fists.
On the hallway he stopped because he thought Butters gonna stop him in some sort, but he didn't. Leo walks down the hallway, the need to cry was overwheming him but he shoke it off. He went back to the class, which wasn't locked and took his red-grey scarf, backpack and gloves and put them on before leaving the classroom again.
He went further down the hallway until he reached a door, which was the back entrance and his way out this shit hole called school. He opened the door and stopped as he saw someone sitting on the stiars infront of him, smoking. Leo continued waking.
"Hey you doesn't look good, you're ok." Came a childs voice from his right. He turned over. 'There were three more' He thought and wanted to get the hell out of there but he didn't. "Not really." He said without thinking with a ashamed giggle.
"Wanna join, you would fit just fine with your misery?" Firkle, the apparently youngest of the group, asked with his high voice. He looked like he was going in the kindergarten. "Thanks...but no I'm fine." Leo said and was about to leave.
"Wait a second." Pete, the boy with the red strine said after him and hand him a piece of paiper over as Leo came back. One the note was a number adressed. "Just in case or what ever." He finished and with that Leo went off, around the school and to the bus station. After some minutes the bus arrived, so he stepped in and sat down as the bus drove off.
When he reached his house after ten more minutes of walking, he opened the door but, luckily for him, his parents weren't home yet. Leo couldn't imagene how they would react if they gonna see it.
He took off his scarf and gloves and went in the kitchen first to get some ice cupse before he went in the bathroom upstairs, where he took off his choker and sweater and continued to cool down the choke marks/bruises and himself, by washing his neck with ice water for the next minutes.
So he filled the bath tub half way up with water and put the ice coupse in it. First he was washing it like in the school, then he doved his head into the freaking water for a few seconds, which he probably gonna regret in the end.
He pulled his head out the water with a gasp and repieted it a couple of times until he got dizzy. He dried himself after taking a look in the mirror to make sure the marks were gone.
Unfortunally not but at least less then earlier. He threw the towel, which he used, in the clothes basket and went over in his and Butters room, while putting back his sweater on and laying down on it, facing the door.
He grabbed the pillow from under his head and screamed into it as loud as he could, letting all his anger, fear and mesiarry out. His screamed became a quieter and turned into crying, still with the pillow over his head, crying himself into sleep.
He woke up by the sound of the bed creaking and the light so he opened his bloodshed and wet eyes. Butters was laying right infornt of Leo, facing him. "You cried, didn't you?" Leo didn't responsed and the need to cry came back but he was to exhausted to do so.
Butters reached out for his neck and touched it gently. "Does it hurt much." He asked, causing Leo to smirk a little. "Not anymore...I'm sorry that I just went off like that earlier, I was just..." "It's ok, really. I belive you, so there is no need to be sad." Butters said, while pulling his hand back.
"Are mom and dad home?" Asked Leo, whereupon Butters shoke his head. "No, they still at work until four." "...I see." Leo replied in a tired tone and looked down."Say...did you...got hurt onces, so bad that you just wanted to disapper of this world." Leo asked quietly.
"Never actually, I'm sorry." Butters answered and laid his left hand into Leo's opened right one. Leo closed his eyes and felt asleep immeditaly. 'I really wished we had met earlier.' He thought and closed his eyes as well, falling slowly asleep as well.
On the evening, their mother came home first, finding the house empty, like usual, so she went upstairs to Butters room, to check on them. Both were sleeping togheter, forehead on forehead. Mrs. Stotch smiled at the view. She sneaking over, covered them with a blanked and gave both a kiss on the cheaks before she left the room.
On the next morning Leo found himself alone in the bed but not in the room. Mr. stotch was standing on the bed while mrs. Stotch was behind him, looking worried. "Where is Butters?" "At school but it doesn't matter in the moment." Mr. stotch repiled and sighed.
"The director called us yesterday evening. She told us that you had a fight with a 5th garder, the one who did that." He pointed at Leo's exposed neck. "So tell us what happened." "I ran into him in the cafeteria so he attacked me." Explained Leo with a sad tone.
Without saying something mr. Stotch lived up his sweater which he still wore and took a look at his stomach and back before pushing up his sleeves and turned the arms aroudn. On the insides were pale line like scars, going collateral but also crisscrossed over his wrist and almost up to the elbow. There were fresh and old ones. The newet one was maby a week old, back then when he was in the orphanage.
Mr. Stotch grip tighted and looked up to Leo. His expression was dead serious and angry. Because of the look, fear rose in Leo with every second he looked at him. "Did you do it to yourself." "Doesn't matter anymore, so please let me go." Leo begged but mr. Stotch didn't listin and asked again, this time louder and with anger. "DID YOU CUT YOURSELF!"
"Let go, please." Leo begged again, his eyes started watering. "ANSWER FIRST." "YES!" Shouted Leo and started crying. Mr. Stotch let go of him, whereupon Leo cruled himself up into a ball, facing the other direction. Mr. Stotch got up from the bed and left the room without another word.
Mrs. Stotch rushed over to Leo and reached out for him to comfort him but Leo slapped away her hands. "Just leave alone." He sobbed. Mrs. Stotch heasitated about it but in the end she did so. Thanks to his so called new parents, memories of his time in oregon flashed into his mind and along with them the reason why he start cutting himself and moved to south park.
His real parents had abused him physically and screamed at him everytime he tried to talk to them. He couldn't handle the stress and preshure, leaving scars on his skin, heart and mostly on the mind.
The pain and fear decresed and he felt his blood burning in his vines, he wanna-no, he need to cut them up. He crossed his amrs, burying his nails into his flesh, trying his hardest to repress the feeling.