you're okay

Chapter 6

Just a second ago I was fine, but now..

I wanted to break something. Hurt myself. Maybe even hurt someone else.

I sat on my bed grabbing the bed sheets with anger. Why. Why am I never enough?

I stood up and walked into my bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I punched the mirror with my fist as hard as I could, causing it to shadder. Many peices of glass fell into the sink, some on the floor.

Blood fell from my fist but for some reason I didn't care.

I tried to silence my anger by grunting loudly and slamming my wrists on the counter.

Not long after I finally started to calm down. My heart wasn't beating rapidly and I just let everything out through tears, the right way.

"Sam?" I looked up to see Mike.

"What are you doing here? How the hell did you get inside?" I questioned him backing myself up against the wall.

"The window was unlocked. I came to check up on you, i'm glad I did. Should I call someone?"

"No please. I was just letting out some anger." I sighed as I looked at the drops of blood on the floor.

"Why would you do this?" He lifted my hand and turned it over.

I stared at the wall across from me blankly.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"Not enough." I shook my head while looking down.

"Sam what's wrong?"

"Is it because of what I said?" He added.

I strugged my shoulders.

"My mom she-, it was her birthday. I called to wish her a happy birthday and she... she didn't seem to care."

"I was so upset and then what you said, it made it worse." I admitted honestly.

"I didn't mean it Sam." He gripped my shoulder.

"You're just saying that because of right now." I said.

"No, I really didn't mean it. You were worth it okay? Jess wanted a reason to break up with me. The only thing that happened tonight that I regret is making you think it was your fault. I was just so upset I felt like I needed someone to blame. I was being an asshole." He sighed placing his hand on my thigh.

I thought back to the mountain, everything that happened.

"You're a good guy Mike. Really."

"Let's get you cleaned up, i'll clean up your bathroom too. Pack some clothes. I'm taking you back to my house." He said tapping me on the thigh once more before standing up and holding out his hands.

I placed my hands in his wincing and he helped lift me off the floor.

He held my fist under water after turning on the faucet. I opened the cabinet above to hand him the alcohol and bandages.

Once the alcohol was open, he poured it on my cuts and my hand shook slightly but I didn't make a noise.

"I think that hurt more than punching the mirror." I said.

Mike chuckled and started wrapping my hand after putting ointment on it.

I looked down at Mike's converse I was wearing. "Oh.. shit i'm sorry about the shoes." I said laughing.

"Hm?" He looked down at my feet and began laughing too when he saw the bits of blood on them."

"Wait wait," He put his finger up to his lips. "I wouldn't want to wake your dad.