That Was Far Too Cruel

It was a prank.
It was only supposed to be a prank.
Just spook him, laugh when he gets upset, then apologize.
Maybe go out afterwards to eat something.
That's all.
But I didn't realize how PG reacts to this kind of thing.
I didn't know how many times he's seen this happen.
I didn't know about PG's scars.
I had no idea that when PG saw my body, he'd act like that
"N-No...."
"Please, w-w-wake, uh, wake up...."
"Please, please don't, please...!"
He was crying now.
But I didn't move yet.
I thought I should milk it as long as I could.
So I laid there.
I was as still as could be.
And PG bought it all.
He began to scream.
I was frozen in fear now.
PG was losing it.
"IT'S MY FAULT, IT'S ALWAYS MY FAULT!!"
It's not.
"I-I!! HOW DID I FUCK UP AGAIN!?"
You didn't.
"I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!"
Huh?
He tears a blade from his pocket; a pocket knife.
It's flicked open.
....
He uncovers his side.
....
Too many.
Too many scars.
....
He counts them.
....
"Thirty-Seven."
....
Slice slice slice
....
"Th-Thirty Eight...."
....
I want to cry.
Why can't I move?
....
He takes the blade.
....
And buries it into his chest.
Why can't I move?
He falls down, sputtering and spasming.
Why can't I help him?
He's coughing up blood.
Stop.
He's staring at me, he's screaming, tears stream down his face.
This can't be real.
He's dying.
He's not.
He can't be.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
"I loved you, Mike...."
I can't move.
"Why did you have to die too?"
I'm not-
"I'll see you soon."
NO!
Come back.
Come back.
Come back-!!
It was a prank.
Please....
It was a joke.
It wasn't real.
I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive
He's dying.
Wake up.
He's d e a d.
Save him
Save him
Save him
You can't.