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Mitchell woke up the next morning at 10:14. He rolled over to discover that Cameron had already woken up.
Good.
Mitchell sat up and his eyes trailed down to his sleeve.. Hae pulled it up and saw the many scars and cuts. The ones from yesterday were so deep that he was surprised they hadn't opened during the night as they were so sensitive. They even opened in the shower. Mitchell was thankful they stayed closed during the night. So many of his long sleeved shirts were getting ruined because of his cuts opening and blood staining the sleeves. Luckily, he was able to discard them before Cameron saw and discovered his "secret".
Mitchell threw off the comforter. He stared down at his legs. The original place he had begun to self injure was his thighs. Although it sometimes scared him because of the the visible veins but, at this point, Mitchell simply did not care any longer if he died. If fact, Mitchell wanted to die. Suicide was a recurring thought in Mitchell's sick mind. He had never attempted before, but always thought about it.
Mitchell finally got out of bed. He looked around for Cam, trying to be as quiet as possible. Mitchell found him in the kitchen, making breakfast. Unfortunately for Mitch, Cameron turned around and saw him.
Dammit.
"Good morning, Mitch." Cameron greeted.
"Morning." Mitchell mumbled, trying to conceal his irritation. He hadn't wanted to talk to Cam, he wanted to go to the bathroom and cut. Seeing the cuts had triggered him.
"I just finished making breakfast. Do you want some?" Cam offered as he scraped two pancakes on a plate and set it down on the table.
Somewhere in his depression, food had become a thing Mitchell developed an aversion to. He rarely ate now and had lost quite a bit of weight from it. Sometimes whenever Mitchell felt he had overeaten or "lost control" and couldn't stop eating, he would have to make himself throw up to rid himself of the massive amount of calories he'd consumed. Another secret Mitchell hoped would stay with him.
"No thanks, I'm not hungry." Mitchell lied.
"Oh, okay," Cam said, dismissing this as anything serious.
"And don't forget we have to be at my dad's house by 3:00." Mitch reminded him.
Mitchell's dad, Jay Pritchett would often invite the entire family to his and his wife, Gloria's house for dinner at least a couple times a month. It was nice to have the family together.
"I know." Cameron said.
Mitchell wasted no time getting out of the kitchen. He disappeared into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the bathroom fog up so he could not see hid reflection in the bathroom mirror. Mitchell hated to look in the mirror and see what he had become. It was horrible.
Before Mitchell got in the shower, he dug out the razor blade and the bloody towel. He wasn't going to use the razor, though. He was going to use a knife he had hidden last night in the bathroom. He took it out of its hiding place; on top of the mirror where it was much to high for anyone to reach without standing on something. As he held it, he smiled. He knew relief would come soon.
Mitchell sat down on the floor and rolled up his sleeve. He pressed in the sharp, sliver demon and slashed his wrist. Feeling relived at the pain, Mitchell did it again. He kept doing it until 10 deep slashes covered both of his wrists. His arms (and the tile floor) was a bloody mess. The thick, crimson liquid even got on his hands.
"These are going to leave scars." Mitchell mumbled to himself as he held the bloody rag to his wrist.
At 3:00 o'clock, Mitchell and Cameron were almost ready to leave.
"What time are we going to get back?" Mitchell asked.
"I don't know. Maybe around 8:30? Why are you acting so nervous?" Cameron asked.
Nervous was one way to put it. He didn't want to go. He was having second thoughts. Mitchell just wanted to stay home and not be bothered with anyone or anything.
"I don't know." he sighed.
"Well, come on. We're going to be late." Cam said.
He grabbed Mitchell's arm and pulled him towards the door, completely unaware of the fresh cuts that covered his wrists. Mitchell winced and jerked away. Cam looked at him confused.
"Are you okay?" Cameron asked.
Mitchell clutched his wrist. "Yeah, I'm fine,"
"Are you su-"
"Yes, Cam. I'm fine. Can we just leave?" Mitchell interrupted.
I'm not fine, I'm far from it.
No, I'm fine...
I'm sorry this wasn't as good, but I promise the next chapter will be better. Also, a surprising twist going to happen. And in a future chapter, the most shocking twist is going to happen! I'm so excited for it!
