Diffrent Is Good

Fifteen

Michael tied the bandana around his head, having been going through chemotherapy treatments for 6 months and all his hair had fallen out, now more insecure of going out in public without a beanie or a hoodie on over the bandana clad head.

He was now able to be at home and would be going to school in about 3 months, if he chose to and he could drop out if he wanted. He wasn't gonna lie, he was actually thinking about dropping out, with all the shit that had happened recently, he didn't know if he could.

Michael always had issues with depression, but Niall was his rock, the thing that kept him going, his only reason

But.....Niall wasn't here to keep him going anymore.

Michael was sitting on his bed, his sleeves rolled up and the switchblade in his right hand, 4 deep cuts already bleeding quickly on each arm. Michael was breathing heavily, making a 5th cut on each and hissing at the pain.

He needed to see Niall, again, he just had to. He didn't wanna wait and see if the cancer did it or wait for old age to take it, he was gonna do it himself.

"Michael!" Someone shouted and he jumped, seeing Ashton rushing over and grabbing his hand, but Michael refused to let go of the blade.

"Let go of it Michael!" Ashton shouted, "I gotta be with Niall! I gotta!" Michael screamed "Michael, let go!" Ashton snapped, "I need Niall!" Michael shouted, "Michael!" Ashton shouted and the cancer ridden boy's face went beet red from anger, "YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND!" Michael snapped and then somehow managed to pull the blade from Ashton's grip, angrily tossing it at the wall and it getting stuck into the white plaster.

Michael let out a sob, "I-I-I'm sorry." Michael mumbled as Ashton stood him up, holding the sobbing boy to his chest. "I-I-I just don't wanna wait any-anymore." Michael sobbed and hiccuped for breath, "Breathe Mikey breathe." Ashton cooed and Michael started taking deep breaths, coughing a bit as he calmed down.

Michael's vision got a bit blurry and he was feeling lightheaded, grabbing onto Ashton's tshirt to stay standing and blood was pouring out of his cuts.
"A-Ashton, I feel dizzy." Michael whispered, his legs giving out and he almost fell to the floor, Ashton catching him before he did and he picked him up, carrying him to the car and to the hospital.