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Warning: This story contains mature themes such as suicide, drugs, and death. If these any of these topics make you uncomfortable please do not read for your own sake.
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Michael's POV
Everything was silent at first and I laid in my bed restlessly and numb. Last night I hadn't got sleep because I was to worried about my boyfriend Ennard. He had been diagnosed with severe depression a long time ago and was put on suicide watch more than five time but he never actually committed. Although staying up to talk to him was draining energy wise I didn't care. Hearing his cheerful voice whenever we talked honestly kept me going.
Just as the sweet thoughts of my boyfriend faded I let myself drift off to sleep for the first time since yesterday. Almost immediately my alarm clock went off and I had no choice but to get up. Unlike most parents mine were super strict and not just strict like normal strict parents but they absolutely hated when I was even a few seconds late.
"MICHAEL" The voice of my mother bounced off the concrete walls and made it's way to my room.
When I didn't get up for about one minute I suddenly heard the sound of hills clicking and nearing my room. Sooner or later the shoe steps stopped and the handle started to shake vigorously. My body began to shiver in fear knowing how my parents were when they were angry. The longer I didn't answer the faster the door knob shook. Eventually after a few minutes I heard a distinct click sound.
Upon hearing this sound I immediately got out of the bed and changed into my school uniform. The uniform I wore was a white button up shirt, gray skin tights, black shorts, and a tan color crop jacket with my hair just down. Again the door knob shook faster until I opened the door. At my doorway my angry mother stood there in a fit of rage. Once she looked my outfit up and down I could see the disgust in her sharp green eyes.
"You look like a whore, go change" My mother sternly said while still looking me up and down.
For a moment I hesitated but the she used that stupid clicker and I had no choice but to comply. The clothes that my mother picked out as "decent" included my same button up shirt but with long tan slacks. I hated it, I didn't like dressing like some sort of uptight rich person. When I exited the room this time my mother flashed me a passive aggressive smile.
In return I gave her my best fake smile and when she was wasn't looking I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Now that I had finished changing I continued to walk down the stairs with my backpack and when I reached the door even that was ruined.
"Dear where are you going" My mother interrupted me again.
The familiar sound of hills clicking on the marble filled the air and finally stopped when I just knew she was behind me. All of a sudden my hair was being yanked and pain filled tears edged their way to the side of my eyes. To me it felt like the pain would go on forever but eventually it stopped and I caught my breath before feeling my hair to see what had happened. Almost immediately dread washed over me. My mother had braided my hair into one long ponytail, it was probably because at first my hair was "indecent".
"I'm going to go now" I stated in a slightly dead voice.
"Wait, you're walking"
"No...I'm using the bus like normal people"
"No no no Michael, you're not a normal person...you're better than them" My mother whispered the last part in my ear as she put her hands on my shoulders causing the nails to sink into my skin.
