SIDE STAGE TECH

Chapter 26

// hey guys !! Adam here! wow I love being called Adam. it feels so right omg. anyways this story is coming to an end fairly soon :( but I'm so glad some of you stuck with me the entire time. once this story is over I'm starting a new Kellic called The Persistence Of Memory! so for all you Kellic shippers look out for that! also I've been slowly regaining my health and strength! man I'm so happy. okay I'm gonna stop rambling and here's the story!

PS: I'm gonna slap a mild trigger warning on this,, just in case,,,,,, stay safe!
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"Yeah. Bye Mom!.......Of course I'll be home this weekend it's your birthday how could I miss that.......I love you too!" I said brightly. I had gone for a late night walk to call my mom in private while Mike finished up his project. Things were beginning to look up for the both of us though Mike did seem a little off still. I could understand. It was his brother after all. "Yes of course I'll paint with you!" I laughed, walking in the door of my dorm room. I was still talking to my mother when I saw him. "Mom I have to go. I'll call you back." I said, my stomach dropping and my voice shaking. Ignoring my mother's protests I hung up my phone and ran over to Mike. Shock took over as I noticed his differently sized pupils, the foam on his lips, his twitching body, and the needle beside him. "Mike!" I gasped, kneeling down and grabbing his shoulders. "Mike don't leave!" I said, beginning to panic as his eyes fell shut and the twitching slowed. "Mike! Mikey wake up!"
His breathing slowed.
My heart felt like it was being torn out of my chest. How could he go back to the drugs? Mike's rapid pulse stopped and he jerked once more before falling completely still.

Suddenly my mouth went very very dry as realization hit me. Mike was dead. My eyes flew open and a gut wrenching wail escaped my throat, echoing throughout the building. "Fuck, Mike! Why did you do this? Why did you leave me?" I yelled, shaking Mike's shoulders in a desperate and futile attempt to wake him from death. I heard someone enter the room but I didn't look up until I heard Jaime's panicked voice asking me what happened. "Go get help." I croaked, bile rising in my throat. Mike was dead. God, this had to be some sort of sick fucking prank. He would never kill himself. Unless...it was an accident.

That just made the pain worse. "How could you Mike?" I whispered. By then there was a commotion in the hall. People had heard my heartbreak and terror and soon came to find out what was happening. I don't know how long I sat there, unable to move or cry but when I snapped out of it paramedics were taking Mike away. "Here take this." One of them said to me, putting a blanket around me and handing me a warm drink. "It's going to be okay." The woman said to me. But it wasn't, and I knew it.

I could vaguely catch snippets of conversations between the medics on the way to the hospital. "We have a victim of sever shock...............overdose.......lovers...." and that was the last thing I heard before I fell unconscious. That night was the most painful night of my life. I was in love with Mike and there was no denying it. That night I lost him. Because of one fucking reaction to the heroin he took.