[A few months later]
October 25th
2000
Y/ns POV
5:55PM
When Y/n wakes up, her/his head pounding hard. But Y/n gets up, and stumbles to the wall "Ouch.." But she/he gets ready for the day doing her/his usual rutine. After Y/n changes into a camo tank-top, green cargo leans, a sweater so the scars stay hiddin. Y/n walks to the washroom to splash cold water on themselfs, but she/he looks in the mirror, eyebags, pale lips and skin. "What is wrong with me." Y/n says in the mirror, her/his head still pounding, like there soul wants to break free, and run away from the world.
Mikes POV
11:50PM
Mike jumps up and down trying to get a poster down from the celing "Newbraska" The bed squeeks as he tries and tries, but eventually gets a small portion of the poster. Mike loses his balance and falls safly on the bed. "What are you doing?" Abbys head is poking out of the door, Mike looks up "Nothing, you want something, Abbs?" She shakes her head, and steps in his room wearing the sucurity vest "All right, Abby stop playing arount, take that off I have to go to work." Mike says. "I know!" Abbys says in a sweet voice "I'm coming with you." Mike raises and eyebrow. She better be joking, right? Mike thinks to himself "No your not, take. Off. The. Vest. Now." Mike says in a serious tone, and bends down to get to abbys hight. "I'm. Coming. With. You"
11:55PM
"Get off me! Let me go!" Abby squeals, Max, confused says "Hello?" Mike comes out of his room, and shes on his shoulder, kicking, squealing, and punching. Mike walks to Abbys room, puts her down, and locks her in from the inside "She's all yours now." Mike says in a angry or annoyed tone, Mike grabs his bag and heads out the door without a word.
12:22AM
Mike arrives at the pizzaria, Y/n is sittting on the cold, and dusty concreat "Y/n? You ok?"
Y/Ns POV
The music blasting in my ears feel amazing, no yelling, screaming, plates or cups crashing on the wall, screaming, just the lovely music, free therapy basicly. Until she/he see's a shadow and looks up, it's Mike Thank god Y/n says in her/his head, and take's off the headphones. "What?" Y/n says "Iasked if you're ok?" "Yea- yeah no. I'm good, why?" Mike shrugs "You just.. nevermind." He lends a hand, Y/n takes it. Jeez.. his hands are so.. soft, wish I could hold it forever. But she/he stands up.
1:11AM
Time passes by quickly, Y/n finishes up cleaning the dusty ass kitchen, and goes to the office, Mike is sleeping on the desk, his arms as pillows. He's so cute.. a little blush passes Y/ns face, but she/he's also tired, so they grab a chair, sit beside Mike, and sleep. it's nice and peaceful, everytning just feels..
right.
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Mike schmidt x healing user
Actionthis story is for the ones who are lost, lost everyone and everything including themselfs, the ones scard, and scared. Broken into little peices of glass. The ones bruised, trying to heal, bleeding but can't stop bleeding. The ones crying until empt...
