Trigger My Nightmare Once Again -a Perrentes Fanfiction-

Oh what a mistake I've made.*

Mikes POV
I sat there, thoughts running through my brain like a stampede. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt a tear hit my hand. Jesus fuck I'm such a pussy. I wipe my eyes. As I do so I hear the door open. It sounds like someone could be talking to me, but I'm to high to care. I chuckle and look over to see its that stupid guy again. Why the fuck can't he leave me alone?
"You know it's rude not to respond when someone is trying to talk to you?"
"And you know it's rude to almost run me over with your car and spill a whole Jack on me? Piss off fag."
My ears were ringing with anger and I swear to god I saw red. He knelt down in front of me like you'd do to a child.
"Who did this to you? Who made you hate yourself so much that you treat people who want to care for you like shit?" He waits a minute before shaking his head and walking towards the house. I don't know what came over me.
"Wait." I whispered. It sounded like it came out of a man who was broken, who had nothing left to live for. Was that who I was? Is that who I am? He cautiously walked back towards me. I scooted over for him to sit next to me. I was vulnerable now. I pulled my knees to my chest and tried to hold back the tears.
"I'm sorry." I managed to say before I began to cry. No, more like sob. It was like a dam broke and nothing could stop it.
"It's ok," He whispered. "We all make mistakes." He put a hand on my shoulder which made me cry even harder. What the hell was wrong with me? I just smoked weed for the first time in 6 months and now I'm sobbing in front of this stupid guy? I don't even know his name! After I finished crying, I just sat there. I didn't realize that I'd leaned up against this guy.
"I'm Tony." He said helping me sit up.
"Mike." I said not looking at him.
"Well Mike, are you ok?"
"No. I'm not fucking ok." I didn't mean to say it as rudely as it came out. "I'm sorry."
"No, don't be sorry. It's alright."
"It's not fucking alright man!" I screamed. "It just isn't." I sounded defeated.
"What's wrong?" He put his hand on my shoulder again.
"It's nothing."
"Ok, it's obviously something or you wouldn't have spent the last 45 minutes crying on my shoulder."
"I'm gay." I blurted out. He looked shocked. I stood up really fast, lost my balance, then stood up again, slower steadying myself. "I'm sorry, I have to go." I took of running. I slammed open the gate in the back yard and ran. I heard Tony yelling behind me. I didn't have a destination in mind, I just kept running. I finally slowed near the old park Vic and I used to play at when we were younger. This was the first time I saw his cuts. He wouldn't tell me anything. And still to this day I knew nothing about that part of his life. All I knew was I followed that path. Even after he stopped cutting himself, I continued; until 6 months ago. When I stopped smoking weed, I stopped cutting. But now.. I smoked weed.. The urge was strong.. If I'm going to mess up, it might as well be big. I climbed to the top of the swirly slide. This was my favorite place as a kid. I'd always stand up here and pretend the world was all mine. I sat up there and pulled out the blade I always kept in my wallet. Once I started, I couldn't stop. It was just one after the other, blood started dripping down the slide. I only stopped when I heard footsteps. It was more than one person. The blade slipped out of my hands and clattered down the slide.
"What the fuck?" I heard someone say as the steps came closer.
"Oh my god. Mike?!" It was Vic. As the blackness surrounded my vision I looked to see who else was there. It was Kellin, of course. But the other person was Tony. His face was the last thing I saw.
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-K<3