Paint yourself a picture
Of what you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might
Feel an ounce of your pain


Alex's p.o.v

I sat there in my homeroom, playing with the ends of my hoodie. School was boring, but better boring than the one at home. I looked up as I saw the boy at the bus stop walk in, head down- as usual. I somehow lost him on my way here. I wondered how when the boy was right behind me the last time I checked. I watched how he walked past me, looking annoyed. I could hear shuffling behind me, and decided it was him. I sighed, and looked back down at my arms on the table. I instantly played with the hoodie ends like before.

Ten minutes later, I got bored out off my head and turned around to the dark haired boy. He was looking straight down at his table. The blob of his black and yellow streaked hair fell in front of his face. I have had enough of him looking so alone. I turned my chair and pulled it in the front of his desk. He didn't even look up to see who it was. My knee was slightly on his, and I could feel his knee bouncing up and down slightly.

"Are you okay?" I asked, placing my hand on his knee and pushed it down to stop it bouncing.

"What's the matter?" I asked, eyeing him. He shook his head and I heard him whisper something.

"Huh? I can't hear you." I said calmly. This time he spoke just hearable to the ear, "N-nothing." He whispered so quietly. The boy just spoke to me? Wow, I wasn't expecting anything. I still didn't believe him. I got close to his head so I could hear him and no one else could.

"You can speak to me you know? You don't have to be afraid. I know you're a kind person." I smiled, even though he couldn't see it, and moved his head away. He shook his head and got up. He quickly ran out the classroom. I sat there dumbfounded. Did I say something offensive?

"Gaskarth, what did you say to Jack?" The teacher anooyily said. So that was his name? Why did I never pay attention to teachers? I turned around and shrugged, "I don't know, sir, " I frowned, "But can I go get him please?" I asked kindly. He sighed and nodded. I quickly grabbed my bag and placed it over my shoulders before running out the home room. I could see Jack at the end of the corridor. I ran quickly.

"Jack!" I shouted, as I was only a couple of feet behind him. Jack didn't look behind him at Alex. Instead, Jack kept walking. I ran forward a little until I was successfully beside Jack. Jack still was being stubborn, and didn't look at me. I walked quickly in front of him and halted to a stop. This caused Jack to stop in front of me. He was looking at his shoes, taking interest in them. I never got to see Jack's face, which made me a little sad. He seems so broken and alone. I know it's not any of my business, but I just want to know.

"Jack look up, talk to me." I begged, leaning down a little. I was trying to find a gap where I could finally see Jack's beautiful face he has been hiding for some years. Jack shook his head violently.

"N-no Alex. I'm dangerous." He gulped quietly. What was he on about? He isn't dangerous, he's just a bit scared. I smiled sadly and put my hands on Jack's shoulders.

"Oh Jack, you're too kind. You're not dangero-" I was immediately pushed on to the floor by Jack, the air flying through my lungs quickly. My back instantly hit the floor, and pain was over-rising me. Jack pushed me. Jack just basically threw me on the ground, why would he do that? I felt tears in the back of my eyes, scarring. Jack looked at me for the first time in years. He looked straight into my eyes, he had tears rolling down from them.

"I-I'm so sorry." Jack whispered and ran past me. Moments went past, and I was sobbing lightly on the floor. I was sobbing over a boy who just pushed me, what the Hell, Alex? I sniffed and got up pain aching in my back. I rubbed it the best I could and decided to go to the toilets to get some tissues and check my reflection- to see if I looked good enough to go to lesson.

As I arrived at the bathroom, I went straight to the mirror above the gross sinks and looked at myself. My eyes were a little bit red and puffy and my cheeks were the same as my eyes. I sighed and thought I should probably leave before the bell goes and people come stumbling in the bathroom. I spun around and was about to move until I heard sobbing. I frowned in confusion. I looked around searching for the sad, quiet sobs. I looked at each cubicle until I reached the last blue one. I could see it's been locked and that must be where the sobs were coming from. Maybe I should just leave? Yeah, best idea to do so. I looked back to where I started and nodded before walking a little. Before I could barely walk ten centimeters, I heard a 'click' from the cubicle. I knitted my eyebrows together and turned around to be met with a sobbing boy walking out the cubicle. I noticed that blob of blonde and brown hair from anywhere.

"Jack?" I asked, sniffing. Why am I still talking to Jack if he just pushed me? Jack stopped in his tracks, looking straight down at his wore out converse. Jack looked like he wasn't breathing. He looked like he was dead, but standing alive right there. I slowly walked over to him. I looked at his hair and saw something red at the bottom of my eye. I looked straight to where the sudden crimson red caught my eye. I gasped as I saw something that looked a lot like blood growing through Jack's jumper. The blood soaked through his wrist area.

"No, no, no, Jack!" I shouted, panic riddled through the atmosphere as I ran to him. I lifted Jack's arm up, forcefully, but trying not hurt him. Jack looked like he was bleeding quite bad. Jack stood there, still looking down at his feet. But I noticed he was still crying, most probably more. I grabbed the bottom of Jack's jumper to pull it back.

"N-no, Alex." I heard Jack whisper, as he pulled his arm out of my grip.

"Stay away, please." Jack cried, as he tried ran past me, leaving me there, frightened. What's so bad about me being near him? Why was he dangerous? Why would he do that to himself? I sniffed, fighting back a tear, before heading to English.

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