Please Stay

"I can't do this anymore!" A loud smash echoed from downstairs from the living room."He is a freak! I can't have him living in our household!" "He brings disgrace to our family name."Xavier stayed in his dark room. Curled up in a ball. Wishing he was someone else. But he wasn't, and he can't change that. He sobbed quietly, not wanting his family to hear. "Look at the time! It's 2:12 in the fucking morning! I need to go to work in the morning and we've wasted fucking two hours arguing about him. I'm going to bed." The man stormed off into the master bedroom, followed by the woman. Xavier checked the glowing green light which showed the time on his alarm clock. "Oh." He said quietly to himself. Xavier had school tomorrow so he better get some sleep. He got up, knowing it was safe to do so, as he heard his parent snore. He got undressed and put on his pajamas

I run out of the class. The halls are empty. I can feel myself breaking down. I can't handle being late again. "Fuck." I curse. My tears threaten to escape my eyes. Hot tears boil in the corner of my eyes. I have biology next. It's not the thought of missing out and being punished by the teachers that is scaring me. It's my parents. "Control yourself. You will be fine." The voice says. 'No he won't. Xavier you are hopeless. Just drop out of school.' "I need to calm down." I say. I decide to skip biology. I need to take a breather. I walk outside. It's so isolated. "If he finds out. He's going to kill you." The voice says. "I know. But let's not think of that now. I can't think...I miss my brothers and my sister." "Yeah. We all miss them." "Why couldn't he die instead of them!?" I yell.

 I arrived home and knocked on the door. "Hello Xavier." My mother answered the door. "Hi." I say as I walked in. "Well, how was school? Did you settle in?" She asked. I grab a chip packet and sit down at the table. 'Well I was intimidated by this guy named Shawn and then I kind of fell for this really cute boy with the most unique hair and engaging eyes, but I didn't make any friends, that was my day.' But instead I said. "It was fine." "Oh okay, that's good. Your father said he will be coming home a bit late." Silence filled the house. It was awkward at first, but I tried to zone out to ignore the awkwardness. "I'm going to do homework now." I say, getting up and putting the chip packet in the bin. "Okay, bye sweetheart." I climb the

'Beep, Beep, Beep'I wake up. I can't wait to go to school today, only because of the blue-haired boy. He's been on my mind since last night. He even haunted my dreams. His skin I crave, his soul too."Xavier! Let's go!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs.I feel a bit awkward around my family because of last's night bout. Like there is a screen hanging above my head showing my father screaming at me to everyone who sees.I was confused at her tone of voice. Why was she telling me to hurry up? I just got up."I have to go to work Xavier!"Work? She never has been to work since she had children. I stumble out of bed puzzled. Maybe if I get to school early, I might see the boy. I skip my shower and quickly get clothes on."Oh no." I wince as the sleeve of my shirt brushes on top of the cut. The pain reminds my lapse I had last night. A permanent reminder

Crap. Please go away Cole. I don't want you to see it. I don't want you to see me in my damaged form. I want you to see me as perfect and normal. "Do you want me to fix it?" He asks, looking very worried. It made me feel selfish. Like I was wasting his time. He has friends, he doesn't want to spend time with me."Just go away. It's fine." I say a little too curt, causing him to raise suspicion. "I don't think it is." He spits. My breath hitched. I noticed hurt and anger laced in his tone."Cole, just go! Please." I can feel my eyes start to burn and an uncomfortable lump in my throat forms. I need to get away from him. Sorry Cole.I grab my books and quickly run away, out of the classroom, ignoring my name being called by him. I run straight to the bathroom and put the same chair up against the door. Run, run, run. That is all I am good for. "Why did you run away?" The voice asked."I don't know." I replied knowing full well, that I ran because I was scared. Scared of him seeing me