Purplemike stuff

Mixed emotions

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"Who is it then, tell me."

"Y-you don't know him anyway."

"Say the name, maybe I do know him."

"...no-no, It's fine."

"Mike..."

He layed a hand on my cheek and made me look at him.

"We used to tell us everything. We're best friends. What happened?"

Scott happened!

Why do I not have the wills to tell him that?

"I..... I have to go..."

I stood up and was about to leave the living room as Vincent took my wrist and held it in a grip that was impossible for me to escape.

"Do I annoy you?" He asked with his grip tight.

"No! You would never annoy me."

"Why are you acting so strange around me then?"

"...let go.."

I tried to get out from his hard grip but i failed. My wrist hurted too much. My slit wound was grabbed so hard.

"Mike, if you don't tell me i won't let go of you."

And then he grabbed my wrist with his nails. I shouted.

"Let GO-OF ME!-"

He jumped and let go of my wrist. It's my chance. I ran to the door but suddenly scott walked in.

NO!

"ah..uh....i...i...."

Thump-

I fell down to the floor.

I was crying so bad and my hands were shaking. Scott walked close to me.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I pushed Scott sideways and ran away from them. Vincent was following me. I just ran down. While i was getting out from Vincent, i tripped and fell down with very big sound.

THUD!

I burst into tears with a big breath that had risen to the end of my neck so far.

It hurt a lot. My knee was bleeding through my pants.

Red blood was spread from the white bandage around my wrist.

"A-H, aah...*sniff* ugh...ha..ow, ow.."

I saw Vincent and got up. I just started to run again. Vincent was very far away. Getting his breath, watching me as run away.

I arrived my home and get inside.

I bit my lips and untied my red bandage.

My would was already opened.

Red blood flowed slowly from the wound, and when I wiped the wound slightly with a wet tissue, tears eroded by pain fell from my eyes one by one.

I bandaged my blood-stained knees and after changing all the bandages on my right wrist I was tired, and I fell asleep with my eyes red because of my crying so far.

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Next morning

I woke up at the sound of someone knocking on my door.

I slowly limped to the front of the door and opened it, and Vincent and Scott entered the house.

"what-wh, why are you guys here?..."

I was scared.

"Mike. Show us your wrist."

THEY KNEW!

"NO!"

I shouted.

What the fuck?

Why am i... shouting?

".......sorry. sorry. I didn't meant to shout at you guys."

I cringed.

Vincent walked close to me. I backed away.

"......."

"Mike... please."

"....no, sorry."

"...Scott."

Scott grabbed me. I couldn't move. I just swung my arms and legs just to get away. But Vincent grabbed my wrist so bad.

"AH-H!, it-it hurts! PLEASE STOP! please, no! Don't-don't look! NO! VINCENT! PLEASE-"

"...mike..."

I lowered my head and wept. There were many self-inflicted scar under the bandages that had already been peeled off.

"Mike....Mike. Mikey. Why did you do this?"

I couldn't say anything.

"Mikey......tell us. Please."

"....get out."

"Mike, this is bad situation. You cut yourself! But we don't know why! We are your friends! We don't want you to hurt!"

".........I..*sniff*...i'm..."

Scott let go of me.

I had nothing to say.

I sat stupidly in front of Vincent and Scott and just cried. They comforted me without getting the answer they wanted.

"Mike.."

"Schmidt. Please."

".......my problem can't be solved....."

"What?"

"This is stupid. I'll try to be okay. I just wanna rest. Please, leave."

"Mike. You know what? Okay. But promise me, you won't cut yourself again."

"Wait, Vincent, we can't just go.. we need to help him.."

"..Scott, i have something to tell you later. Ehem, so, promise."

"...ok."

Vincent and Scott left my house. I'm so tired.... i got up and wipe my tears.

".....i can't. It's not my choice.......Vincent..........I.......love you."

"............. what am i saying, he's gone already. It's no use. I'm such an idiot."

Vincent's POV

"Scott, I think he loves me. But i still love you. And i think I feel Mike as friend. I don't know if he actually love me..or he just want us to broke up."

"...so, what should we do?"

"We are going to test him."

"Uh... wouldn't that broke him more? What if he actually commit suicide..? What if he actually loves you?"

"...it doesn't matter, you know?"

"....then if i think this is too much, i'm going to stop you."

"fine."


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