Chapter 2
Warning: This chapter involves self-harm. If this is a possible trigger, please be careful. And know that there are better things to do than that.
Aaron's POV
I looked over at Mark, finally getting a chance to see what he looked like. He has dark black hair from what I could tell from the bit that was sticking out of his beanie except for the blue that was showing in the front. He had a bit of a beard and mustache growing. He had hazel eyes that just seemed to dance with a sense of care to them. He was wearing a red and black flannel and a leather jacket followed by black jeans. I looked down watching the sidewalk, glancing at his black vans. I could see a tattoo that was the head of a dragon on his right hand, the neck continued under his sleeve giving me the idea that there was a dragon curled around his arm. He had ear piercings and one or two lip piercings. Also an eyebrow piercing. There was another tattoo painted along his neck. His bag was held onto one shoulder while his hands were shoved into his pockets.
A gust of wind whipped by, sending a shiver down my spine. My thin jacket barely blocking out the wind. I noticed Mark stepped closer to me, like he was protecting me from the breeze. I felt a slightly heavy weight rest on my shoulders before realizing that I was being surrounded in warmth. I looked at Mark to see that he didn't have his leather jacket on, instead it was on me. "Ma'k, you didn't have to-" I started to say. He brought his hand up, stopping my protest. "Don't worry about it, I wanted to and besides," He cracked his neck before he breathed in deeply letting a relaxed sigh loose. "I like the cold anyways." He said smiling.
I was right about the dragon. It was coiled all the way up his right arm. His other arm had the tattoo of a beautiful wolf stretched across his arm. Varies designs filled the empty skin around the tattoos. And let me tell you, that flannel... left little to the imagination. Mark was buff, frighteningly buff. So that's why nobody even dares to piss him off. And yet, he still had the smile that could make anybody's bad day a better one. The sparkle in his eye that showed he knew how to act around certain people. The noticeable bounce he had in his step. The curious look that he had as he looked around, seeming like a sponge as he soaked up the new scenery. None of that was shown at school.
I spotted my "home" a couple houses down. No car. That's both good and bad. Good since Mark is with me right now... Bad because I don't know how he'll act when he gets home. The sky was starting to darken, storms. I'm terrified of storms. Ever since I was little I've always hated storms.
Mark drew in a deep breath. "I love me a good storm. Always helps me think about things and relax." He said staring up at the darkening sky. "Yeah," I said looking up slightly. "Hey Aaron," Mark suddenly asked, looking at me. "What?" I responded. "Do you have a cell phone?" He slowed his steps making me slow down as well. "Sort of." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Sort of?" He questioned. "It doesn't really work very well." I said looking back at Mark. "Here then," He said opening his bag. He handed me the newest hit phone that everybody wants. My eyes widen, "M-Ma'k, I can't take your phone." I exclaimed. He put it in my hands anyways. "Yet again, don't worry. My aunt bought me two by accident for my birthday. So you can have this one. I haven't even used it yet." He said shrugging. I reluctantly took the phone. "Do you know this phone's number?" I asked. "Yes actually. I'm pretty good at remembering numbers." He said, hands returning to his pockets.
I stopped in front of my house. Mark stopped beside me. "So this is 아론 애쉬의 집?" He asked. I just stared at him blankly. "This is what?" I asked. "That was Korean. The house of Aaron Ash." He said again. "I'm half Korean and half German." He finished.
"Oh, ok." I said awkwardly. "Thanks for walking me home Mark. And here's your jacket back." I said handing him his warmth back. He took it, holding it by the collar before he tossed it over his other shoulder. He's just trying for the definition of cool bad-assery. "See ya tomorrow Aaron." Mark said as he turned around. "Oh, and I'll text ya tonight. Ok?" He asked. "Ok." I replied as I walked up the steps to my front door.
I watched Mark for little under a minute before I unlocked my door, stepping into the unknown dangers of my house. I closed the door behind me before I headed upstairs. I set my bag beside my bed before I went face first into my pillow. I rolled onto my back, staring at my ceiling. Thoughts raced through my mind.
New Friend. Check
Apparent Protector. Check
I sat up, fishing into my backpack for my homework. Homework, on my first day? Really? I sighed as I started on my Geometry.
~Two hours Later~
Geometry, Chemistry, and English done. I look at my clock. Two hours? Not bad. I jumped when I heard a buzzing. I opened my bag to see I received a new message on the phone Mark gave me. I unlock the phone.
Hey :3
-Unknown number
Mark?
-Little Biscuit
Little Biscuit? I thought.
No it's Santa and second I forgot that was the name I choose XD
-Mark
Wow, nice choice of a name XD
-Yami
Why Yami?
-Marki
Idk ¯\_(~-~)_/¯
-Yami
Lol, ok man :P
-Markimoo
By the way, my name for you on here is officially Markimoo until otherwise :p
-Yami
Nice, I like it. I'm still trying to find a name for you. Right now I changed it to Yami :P
-Markimoo
Lol, good luck with that
-Yami
Yep :P
-Markimoo
*door slams shut* *crash*
I jump as the quiet house is disturbed. Shit...
Hey Mark, I gotta go. Don't know if I'll be able to talk later tonight. If not good night :/
-Yami
It's fine, see ya tomorrow ^-^
-Markimoo
I hide the phone as I hear footsteps climbing the stairs. "Aaron!" My door flies open. There, standing in the doorway, was my dad. I curled into a ball, shrinking away towards the corner of my bed. He stepped forward, ripping me off of my bed. He threw me at a wall, the back of my head hitting first. I slide to the ground. A loud smack resonated throughout the room as a burning sensation explodes on my cheek and I fell to my side. He kicks my vulnerable stomach. Kicks me in the shin and steps on my left hand digging his heel into my palm. I try to get up, but he slams my head back down to the ground. I taste blood, and I feel warm liquid running down my face.
"Piece of shit..." My dad says as he spits beside my body. He slams the door shut as he stumbles out.
(Self-harm warning)
I use the wall to stand up. I limp towards the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror. What could Mark possibly see in me. I'm broken, unwanted and unloved. A waste of space. I glance to the side to see the razor...
What did I do to deserve this? Darkness quickly takes my vision as I fall to the floor. The razor falls out of my hand, leaving a bloody spot on the ground beside me. But causing a pool of blood around me.