You and Noah had always been enemies from day one. Or rather, he was the irritating parasite while you were the host. Which translates to, "he was the bully and you were the unfortunate victim". And gods, did he fill in that stereotypical roll. But imagine it more upscaled.

Noah and you were arguing again, this time in an empty classroom. And thank the gods above, or don't. Was there anyone to save you this time? Then again, who ever really did save you? Anyways. He was doing most of the fight, you were more flight. The bullying got really overwhelming pretty quickly. From a zero to a hundred. It went from him poking fun at you to him full on having a heated argument with you. And sure, maybe there wasn't any blood and gore this time, but holy hell did words still sting like a fucking hell hole.

It was so much more different this time. Why? You were actually arguing back. And guess what? You so wished you never did.

"At least I don't FUCKING cut myself!" He snapped. It just spilled out, like a sink overfilling without a boarder line. Yeah, that was him. It was usual for him to snap. But this was something else. Silence. The only sound were the clock ticking like a bomb. The heartbeats of what was existing in that room. Breaths were held. Put on pause. And for one single moment everything froze.

Only seven words. So why did it hurt like a bitch then? What. The. Actual. Fuck?

And now all of the sudden you're trying to to cry. Not too hate. Trying not to break down right then and there was maybe even harder than not hating. Now your voice was all high pitched, strained, broken, cracked. Oh you hated this voice. The voice of someone trying desperately not to just cry.