Autumn's POV

After turning off my phone, I slumped back into the couch, bored and confused. Friends love eachother, right? Bert and I can say we love eachother, just because that's what best friends do. I love him like a brother. I grew up with him.

Ugh. It's just so weird...

I pulled out my phone again and texted Mikey, feeling bored. I also needed to ask him about those scars...

Me: Hey. It's Autumn
Mikey: Hey wassup
Me: Nothing just bored. How bout u?
Mikey: Same
Me: Wanna hang out?
Mikey: But we just did!
Me: Well, we're both bored
Mikey: Yea. Meet me @ the park in 10?
Me: There's a park?
Mikey: Yea. It's near the skool
Me: Ok. C ya

I turned of my phone and put it in my back pocket and got up, heading towards the door.

"Ray? Can I borrow the car?" I yelled, hoping he could hear me from his room.

He walked out. "Sure. Where ya going?" He asked, turning on the Xbox.

"I'm gonna meet Mikey in the park."

"Ohhhh. Have fun." He said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and put on my Misfits hoodie, grabbing the keys and heading out the door, down the steps, and into the parking lot. I hopped in the car and turned on the heat.

After a twenty minute drive I /finally/ found the park. It was probably hiding from me.

I parked in the space next to car that looked like it could be Mikey's, I mean, it had an Iron Maiden bumper sticker. I jumped out of the car, locked it, and looked around.

"Mikey?" I called, walking toward a large oak tree.

His head poked out from the other side of the wide tree trunk, a smile plastered onto his sad, hopeless face. You could tell just by looking into his eyes that he was broken. No smile could /ever/ cover that up.

"Hi!" He said, that faked smile still taped to his face.

"Hey," I said softly, sitting down beside him and leaning against the tree.

Another awkward silence. Dammit.

"So... Those scars. Did you make them?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Uh- no, well, ya see, I was running, and, uh, I fell on the concrete. It's just a scratch." He lied.

I grabbed his arm yanked his sleeve up. The same depressing warzone on his arm revealed itself, and I heard Mikey gulp a little.

"Just a scratch, huh?" I countered. I let go of his arm, which he quickly pulled back.

"You're not alone, you know." I said, rubbing his back gently as a few tears crawled down his perfect face.

"Yes I am. I'm /very/ alone." He said matter-of-factly before bursting into tears, sobbing loudly into my shoulder.

I made a series of comforting sounds like,"shh, it's ok, I'm here," while hugging him tightly and him rocking back and forth.

Suddenly I had an idea.

"Hey, Mikey. I think you should see something."

He pulled away from my shoulder and looked up at me with those mesmerizing hazel eyes.

I carefully rolled up my jeans to my knees, revealing my own battlefield.