High School sucks (Frikey)

How To Save A Life

Frank

The bell rung which meant the end of the day, and week because it's Friday. Finally. I ran out the door to find Mikey. But when I ran to find him, I didn't see any sign of him. I have no other choice but to go back to the room and talk to Mr. Way.

"Excuse me Mr. Way, may I ask you something?" I slowly entered the art room. "Of course you can Frank. What do you need?" Mr. Way asked. "Do you have an idea where Mikey went? Because I think he left school early." "What do you mean he left early?" Mr. Way asked in a worried voice. "Because I think I saw him run out of the school doors really fast." "Thank you Frank, I'll inform you if ever I find Mikey. Thank you again." Mr. Way said in a calm yet worried tone. "Thank you Mr. Way and sorry for disturbing you." "It's okay Frank, at least you told me before I freak out about it." I smiled walked out of the art room.

When I started walking out of school, all I could think of was Mikey. I barely know the kid, and yet this is what I do to him? His brother doesn't even know. Doesn't Mikey tell his brother what we do to him? I'm really worried actually. To be honest, I'm really sorry for doing all of this to Mikey.
Since Mikeys house is on the way to mine, I can check up on him.

Mikeys house is the first one I see, I walked towards the door. I hesitated to ring the bell, but I still did it. Rang once, waited. Rang twice, waited again. A third time, and there was still no answer. I knocked on the door this time calling Mikeys name. I waited for thirty more seconds for Mikey to open the goddamn door.
I sighed with frustration, and opened the door with no hesitation, I called Mikeys name again, louder this time.
"Mikey?" looking around, walking in the living room, kitchen, dining room, and out of curiosity, the closet.
Now that I'm sure I went around the whole level, I started heading for the stairs going up.
On top of the stairs was the bathroom, beside it is a room which is supposedly the masters bedroom and another room with a door ajar.
Probably Mikeys room.
I gently pushed open the door and could not believe what I saw. I inhaled the metallic scent of blood piercing my nostrils as I saw Mikey unconscious on the floor, his arms bleeding, and his clothes soaked with blood.
I ran to his side, skin so pale, then I checked for a pulse on his neck. It's weak. I carried Mikey to the bed. Okay, he's still breathing. I looked down from his face to his arms, mutilated with such deep cuts, without hesitation I took off my hoodie and dabbed it on the cuts.
I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could to grab the first aid kit in the medicine cabinet, and got a bowl full of water and a towel, then I ran back to his room. I quickly pulled a chair by his bed and opened the first aid kit to get the disinfectant, gauze and bandages. I heard a soft groan coming from Mikey, his face with so much pain, I couldn't bear to look because it felt like it was already affecting me.
"Mikey, don't move." I got the disinfectant and poured it on the cuts, then I heard Mikey hiss with pain and curse under his breath. I quickly grabbed the gauze and gently wiped the blood away. Shit, it's deeper than I thought. Then I gently wrapped the bandage around his arms. Being extremely careful not to hurt him. I haven't heard another noise come from him ever since I entered the room with him groaning, so I looked back at his face to see that his head kept on moving from left to right with discomfort and pain in his expression.
"Mikey, I'm going to change your clothes, okay?" I whispered. I didn't wait for an answer anymore because he obviously needs new clothes, so I went to his closet then got him a clean new shirt and some boxers. Oh my god. I am really doing this am I? I've beaten up the kid plenty of times and now I'm going to strip him naked? Shit. I carefully took off his shirt, then I couldn't hold back a gasp. I could see his ribs. He hasn't been eating. Why is he doing this to himself?Guess he's had a rough time... Of course you dumbass, you did this! It's all on you! But it's mostly Seth, he always starts it, I'm just standing there watching Mikey get hurt almost everyday. I couldn't stand the pain he was causing, so I stood up for him instead earlier. He's just too innocent and beautiful, you know?
When his shirt was finally off, I dabbed the towel in the bowl and cleaned his chest because the blood soaked his clothes. I put the shirt on being careful with his arms, really careful with not hurting him. Done. Then my eyes moved down to his waist going way down. Okay, let's do this. And then I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly took it off not to alarm Mikey, but it still had the boxers to change. Okay. I looked away while pulling the boxers down, so that at least I am respecting his privacy, even though he's half conscious. I got the clean boxers then slid them on Mikey. Done.
I sat back on the chair, but a little closer to Mikey this time that I can move the hair away from his face.
"I'm so sorry, Mikey. For everything." I sighed and said with pity in my voice as I held his hand in mine, and stroked the back of his hand with my thumb.
I looked for Mikeys cellphone, so that I could call Mr. Way about this. I found the cellphone on his bedside table with his glasses. I dialed Mr. Ways number and just waited for him to pick up immediately.
"Hey Mikey, it's about time you called. Frank was wondering where you went because he said you left school early. So yeah. But why?" He said happily, and then his tone changed, filled with concern.
"Um, hello Mr. Way, this is Frank. I called to tell you that uh..." I didn't know how to tell him. He's gonna freak out so bad.
"Frank? Hey, what happened to Mikey? Why are you calling?" Okay. He's worrying already. Shit.
"Mr. Way, Mikey's been cutting. I passed by your house to see if he was okay, and ask why he left school so early. But when I entered his room, it's like I already saw hell. He was unconscious on the floor bleeding. I took care of him. I bandaged the cuts and cleaned him up. I am also going to make sure that he will eat because he's been starving himself too." I tried to say calmly but it just came out in a panicked tone.
"What?! Okay! I'm going home now! And Frank, thank you so much for taking care of him while I was out. I'll be there in 15 minutes. How's Mikey now?" He asked worriedly.
"He was groaning a while ago, but right now, he's sleeping." I said looking at Mikey.
"Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm already on my way. Thank you so much, Frank. Mikey could've died if you didn't take care of him." He said already in a calmer tone and thankfully.
"You're very much welcome Mr. Way. I'm just going to stay here until you get back. I'll see you soon."
"Okay, Frank. Bye." And then he hung up.
I put down the phone and gently grasped Mikeys hand in mine, stroking the back of his hand with my thumb again. I placed a kiss on it and then rested my head on the side of the bed while holding his hand.
I waited for Mikey to wake up, so that I can know if he's okay. So that he can tell me what's wrong, but I doubt he will. He'll probably beat me up, but I don't care. As long as he's still alive and strong enough to do that. I'm good with that. Happy that he's  still alive.