Found

Thirteen

Warning: Mentions of Rape, Abuse, and there are also that oh so lovely character you all love so dearly*sarcasm* and self harm.
It had been nearly two weeks since I had told Scott, and I had noticed a change in his demeanor. But it wasn't a bad change. Not even close.

He was constantly making sure I was taking my medication, that I was taking care of my self. Then again, he did that before, but not as rigorously. Constantly, he was checking on me. I don't remember there being a time when I was out of his sight for longer than a quick trip to the bathroom. He was watching me closely

Two weeks since my diagnosis, and then I got news. News I never wanted.

"The trial for Alexander Kirk and Benjamin Bram is tomorrow. There have been reports that several Arlington Victims will be at the trial. These kids will be testifying in court, according to reports. Sadly, with the deaths," she paused, avoiding the word she really meant , 'suicides', then continued, "many testimonies will remain unheard." The news anchor smiled at the camera as though kids were not going to a place to face the men that damaged them. Beat them, called them all manner of ugly names, even raped them. The men that drove many of these kids to suicide.

She relayed this information like it was just a walk in the park for these kids, for me. Had she ever been so wrong?

I could remember Alex's cold eyes as he pushed himself into me, laughing as I cried, gripping me so hard I had bruises. I could still feel his hands and mouth all over my skin. He beat me every time I struggled or said no, until finally, finally, I gave in, bloody and weak. That was the moment, I remembered so clearly, that they finally broke my spirit. Drake almost broke me, but it was finally Alex the succeeded.

Drake had done his best, as had those that used me at the stripper club, Ash, and even The Wilford's. But it wasn't until then that I finally gave in. Never was another 'no' uttered out of my mouth. It was still hard for me to say.

I couldn't help but turn off the T.V. and head to my room, ignoring Scott's inquiries. I shut my door, making sure it was locked. Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have to deal with it. Maybe, if I cut deep enough, if I swallow more medication than I should, I would never have to see them again. I would never see their cruel eyes or mocking smiles.

"Mitch. What ever you plan on doing, don't do it. You are stronger than this." Scott called to me from beyond my locked door. I smiles sadly, though I knew he wouldn't see it.

Do you hear that bullcrap? Telling you that you can over come this, that you are stronger than this. He is just lying to you, Mitchell. Just think about it. So you really believe that a whore like yourself is better than this? Better than the pain, the diseases? No. Because you are tainted, disgusting.

I pulled out a razor and, like so many nights before, slit across my forearm, close to my elbow, smiling as the blood began to gush out. Changing hands, I cut across almost the same place on my left arm, leaving two neat, easy marks in my skin. I laid it back in the plain wood box, not bothering to wipe off the blood, and then walking to my door.

I had been dead to Scott, who was still at my door, begging me to at least answer him.

"What?" I asked him, my arms dripping crimson down the pale skin on my inner arms.

"What did you do?" He asked. By the sound of it, he was trying to calm his rapid breaths, but I could still hear him.

"Nothing." I lied, turning from my door.

"Liar." He said petulantly.

Oh, he has that one right. A dirty, lying bitch who is only good for someone else's pleasure. I don't know why you try to deny it. You know it's true, yet, you are so adamantly against saying it. Even though. Even though you know that is exactly what you are.

"Shut up!" I hissed. I turned from my door, though my arm, blood falling to the carpet, reached out and unlocked my door. I wasn't even two steps away by the time it swung open. I could feel him behind me. Like, I could feel his presence, even though he wasn't touching me.

"Mitchie." He said so softly the word was almost a whisper.

"What?" I asked, keeping my back to him and my arms in front of me.

"Let me see. Please."

"See what?" I replied.

"What. Damage. Did. You. Do. To. Your. Body. This. Time. Mitchell?" He ground out the words, one at a time and I couldn't stop myself as I slowly spun on my heel to show him exactly what I did. It was an instinctive reaction.

He tentatively reached for my arms, as though waiting to grab them. I kept them where they were, an okay for him.

Ever so gently, large fingers cupped my wrists as he inspected my arms.

I watched as his intense gaze fell upon the marks. "My fucking god, Munchie." He swore.

I raised and eyebrow. "Munchie?"

"Do you not like it? I'm sorry." He murmured.

"No. No, I like it. I was just surprised that..." I didn't finish my sentence.

I am even more surprised. What the hell would he even care enough to give you a nickname. You aren't worth it. I can't believe that he thinks you are, you dirty slut.

"What are you surprised about?" He sounded so genuinely interested. So sincere. So I finished.

"Surprised that you would think that a whore like me is worth a nickname." My gaze fell to my shoes as my voice dropped down to a whisper.

"Can I hug you?" He asked and my gaze lifted up to his sad blue eyes. I don't know why it surprised me so bad every time he asked, because he did, every time he hugged me.

"Yes." I nodded. Before anything else, I was enveloped in his warm embrace and he began to whisper in my ear.

"Munchie, you are worth more than the world. You are beautiful, kind. Better than me. I wish you could see that." His chest rose and fell in a sigh as my arms went around him, blood soaking his shirt.

"No I am not." I replied into his chest as i rested my arms around his waist, loving the feeling of his arms around my small shoulders.

"My god, Mitch. I wish I could best the shit out of whatever is telling you that. You are perfect." He paused, then continued before I could disagree again. "Yes you are. Now, let's go take care of your arms."

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