Chapter 3: An Unpleasant Unsuprise

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by BandzInHighSchool

by BandzInHighSchool

I stood on the porch just staring at the door. It took a lot of me to not go around screaming and telling everyone what really went on inside this house. We're not a happy couple whatsoever. I took a deep breath. He was definitely going to do something to me. This time I probably wasn't even going to make it out alive.

I finally built up the courage to open the door and walk in. What usually happened was that when I walk in the door after being out for a long time, he'd be right there waiting for me. This time was different. The house was dark and completely silent. 'Where could he have gone?' I thought to myself.

I tiptoed into the house. Obviously I was trying to remain unnoticed, I was not going to turn on any lights. Using the remaining bit of weak sunlight that glimmered into the house, I searched to see if Mikey was here. No sign of him. This was a relief. Finally I could relax. With a smile, I plopped myself on the couch.

Almost as I did that, I heard a thud upstairs. So much for getting away without a beating. Quickly I hid in the pantry closet. After a while I still didn't hear anything. It was just that one simple thud. I had to check.

I tiptoed upstairs, holding a flashlight and a frying pan up so I could hit Mikey with it if he jumped out at me. Quietly I opened the door. It made an eerie creaking noise. Immediately I flipped on the flashlight and shined it into the room. That's when I saw him.

Mikey's body was laying on the floor. There was foam coming out of his mouth. His usually devilish brown eyes stared up at me this time with something different. It was a begging look. "You want me to help you?" I shouted. I noticed a belt was tightly strapped around his arm and a syringe was lying on the floor. Heroin. Where did he even get that?

"What is wrong with you??!!" I screamed at him. "Look at yourself!!" I continued. Mikey started coughing violently. His disgusting foam splashed on my leg. "Oh God..." I felt sick. My eyes began to tear up. He struggled to get up and started crawling towards me. "No!! You get away from me!! Why should I help you after all you done to me?! I'll show you the marks you left on me!"

I pulled off my shirt (relax I had a tank top under) and showed 4 burn marks on my arm, a large purple bruise on my shoulder, and two cuts. "THIS is what you did to me! I have plenty more but I think you get a pretty clear image of how much of a horrible person you are by seeing this."

He started crying but his sobs were getting interrupted by more coughs. This time he even coughed up some blood. "Help!" He moaned weakly. I dropped to the floor, crying too. Remembering the days before the apocalypse, before... This, it made me hurt. Mikey was a good person.

Finally, I decided to help. Sure I'd regret it later but I didn't have an evil heart like that. I grabbed his arms and dragged him downstairs. "Aaughhh!!" I shouted due to how difficult it was dragging his body. I opened the front door and fell down on the porch from exhaustion. "Someone help!!" I screamed.

I looked into his eyes and saw the life in him slowly fade. "Mikey! Mikey no!! Stay with me!! Please!!" I kept lightly hitting his face to keep him conscious. His face went pale... His eyes glazed over. It was too late. "Someone! Please." I cried out with a weak voice.

A few people came out of there homes to check was happening. "Please." I cried.

****Sorry for the short chapter. Yeah... That's all I have to say.****