Know Who Your Friends Are

All By Myself

I woke up alone, as expected. I rolled over and groaned.

My whole stomach was crampy, I was drenched in sweat and I felt like I was gonna throw up. I took a deep breath and sat up.

Dizzy dizzy dizzy..

I lay down again, giving up.

I just wanted my mom.

I heard a window open upstairs. Shit.

If we were being robbed, I couldn't do anything. I went under the blanket as I heard footsteps, light ones. I felt the blanket being tugged off me. I looked up into Mikes face.

"Mike!" I threw my arms around him. He laughed and hugged me back and I winced.

"You okay?" He asked, releasing me carefully.

"I have a crampy stomach," I groaned. He frowned and disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with an heat pad. He lifted my shirt carefully and lay it on my stomach.

"Here, for your period pain." He pulled my shirt back down and sat next to me again. "What the hell happened to your hand?" He noticed.

"Jimmy." I said. His eyes widened.

"Really? Sorry I wasn't there." He said, patting my knee.

"Uh, you shouldn't be. Blood? Everywhere." I shuddered. He gagged.

"Stop." He said, and I laughed.

"Where were you?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I was really sick. I didn't even get your text cuz I was asleep. I had a fever and everything." He said.

"So, I was getting stabbed and you were in bed." I muttered.

"Yep," He laughed.

"That guy is crazy. He uh..." I trailed off. I couldn't tell Mike about the smoking. He's my best friend and everything, but I didn't know what he'd think of smoking.

"He what?" Mike asked. I shook my head.

"Forget it."

He looked confused but shrugged it off.

"Okay." He said, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.

I drifted in and out of sleep, lying on Mike's shoulder. He didn't seem to mind. I feel asleep properly a few times, but Mike was always there when I woke up.

After a few hours I felt myself being shook. It was Mike.

"Your mom is coming home really soon so I'm gonna scram." He said once I had opened my eyes. I nodded and he patted my hair and left.

I was just sitting alone when an idea for a song came to me. I moved the blanket and went upstairs to find Blue, my Fender electric guitar.

It was baby blue and covered in stickers, some of bands, some of words or phrases that meant something to me.

But when I went to fetch it, my favorite guitar was gone.

Puzzled, I searched every room, but he was no where to be found.

There has only been one person here since I last saw Blue.

Mike.