Rory's POV
It's been two months since Mikey and I's last visit to the hospital. After a talk with the doctor it was decided it was in Michaels dad's best interest to turn off his life support, had he lived on it would have just been in pain.
It's been really rough these past few months and even though things are still bleak now, Michael seems to be getting a little cheerier with every day. That said, yesterday was the first time he got out of bed within those months. I'm surprised he managed to find a way out from under all the tissues and empty pizza box's he's been living in.
Normally I would of gotten mad at him for making such a huge mess, but I can't blame him for this. I just feel so awful for him, if I could climb into his chest to fix his broken heart I would without a second thought.... but I don't think that's actually possible.
Taking care of Michael right now has been my number one priority, I haven't spoken to Luke since after the bowling-party thing. Sometimes we text, or I'll see him over the road through my window and we'll exchange smiles-which always brightens my day- but we haven't actually spoken. Neither me or Mikey have gone back to school yet, I spoke with the principle and although it's taken a lot of work I've managed to get him to give is some time off which we're gunna have to pay back in our own spare time once things get better, and through study which we can do at home. So yeah, that's meant I haven't seen Luke at all. I think it's for the best though. I'm no good for him, he's this amazing guy who deserves the world, and me, well I'm just a girl who's parents have now both walked out, who lives at home with her best friend- whom is an emotional wreck, and I'm failing school with basically no hope for the future.
The only way I'm really surviving right now is off the money mum keeps sending, and off of the fact I promised Michael I'd never leave him. If it wasn't for that promise I probably would be ten feet under from a drinking problem that would have for sure come around. Michael is literally the only thing keeping me grounded because I have to stay strong and focused for him.
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It's now been 4 months-that's including the first two. Luke has continued to call and text, he even came and knocked on the door one time. But I've not answered to him. It may seem harsh now but in the end all I'm doing is saving him from me.
I miss him though. The cute smiles, the dimples in his cheeks, the ice blue eyes and the stupidly perfectly quiffed hair. His ridiculous sense of humour and ice cream addiction....
I said I was saving him from me, I didn't say I don't have feelings for him.
Anyway, Michael has managed to keep himself busy recently, he's moved past what seemed like an endless hole of depression into distracting himself with work. All of which he's been doing at home. He went to school for one day and was constantly teased for being parentless. People are sick. I didn't go with him, I told him I felt sick but in reality I just couldn't of faced seeing anyone. I wish I had gone with him though, cause if I had been there I would of punched every single of those fucking bastards square in the face.
I too have been doing work at home and I've managed to get my grades up from an F to a C+ so hopefully by the end of the year I'll be getting B's. Maybe there is hope for a future, haha.
Michael's parents funeral is in a week. None of his family have contacted him so far. It's weird, they were always a close bunch. We forwarded all his calls to our house and there's been no contact. I guess it's hard for people to reach out.
But yeah, we're getting by...
