§ Stitch a Broken Heart § «{Jeremike}»

Things I Never Said... [Chapter 15]

"I-I'm u-unwanted Mike"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mike asked harshly." Y-you said it y-yourself... I-I'm w-worthless. S-so I decided to a-attempt to...K-ki-" Jeremy was cut off but had no emotion in his soft voice. Mike slapped Jeremy's cheek softly before he could finish.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Taking your life won't solve shit! You can't just give yourself up like that!" Mike shouted at the teen clutching his fist.
Jeremy flinched looking away,"I-I'm sorry!!! I-I... I..." Jeremy trailed off easing his shoulders with a few tears streaming down his cheek facing the other way.
Mike grabbed under Jeremy's chin pulling his head to look at him. The teens tears dropped down under his chin getting on Mikes hand.
"Jeremy Fritgarald... Your the only fucking person who's put up with a guy like me... What I said didn't mean anything... I was being fucking stupid as always... So please just don't ever do that again you hear me?" Mike said looking straight through the teens emerald green eyes.
Jeremy felt a chill giving him goosebumps then nodded.
"Good" Mike said letting go of Jeremy's chin and looking away. Jeremy looked away as well rubbing his wrist feeling the little wrist band wrapped in him. Jeremy then started mumbling to himself as he usually does then saw Mike get up walking toward the door.
"W-where are you g-going?" Jeremy asked.
"I gotta meet Doll, she said that she wants to meet up with me" Mike replied looking back at the teen with his hand on the door handle.
"B-but you just g-got here..." Jeremy said.
"Don't worry I'll be back later" Mike answered then left the room shutting the door behind him leaving the teen.
Jeremy looks down at his hands twiddling with his thumbs.
'He... He doesn't even care... N-no he... He does... J-just... M-maybe he doesn't, maybe he does... I'll never know... All I know now is that he cares about is his girlfriend... And I-I guess that's all that matters...'
Jeremy knew the truth, it hurt. He started seeing tears drip on his soft hands then buried his hands into his face feeling his hands starting to get wet.
"I-I matter! I matter! I-I matter..." Jeremy trailed off with his hands still on his face knowing it wasn't true but still tried to convince himself.  He felt something warm wrap around him. He widened his eyes putting his hands down and saw no one but could still feel like arms wrapped around him.
Jeremy blinked then saw a familiar face in front of him. It was his mothers face, she put her warm hand on Jeremy's face making his tears dry. Jeremy stared straight into her clear eyes then felt a kiss on his forehead. He closed his eyes starting to cry again then heard a soft whisper.

"You'll be okay sunshine... Remember... It'll get better... Tomorrow's another day"

She said before she faded away with the warmness of her presence now gone.
Jeremy mumbled to himself repeating the words his mother had told him. The doctor then came in the room with his clipboard in his hands.
"Alright Mr. Fritgarald now that you are awake I'm just going to ask you a few questions then give you your medication" the doctor announced. Jeremy nodded in response." Okay, did anyone in particular threaten or stab you with the weapon of the broken bottle into your stomach?" He asked taking out his own waiting for a response.
"W-well... No... I-I did it t-to myself o-over s-suffering depression... I-I used to take certain p-pills for this b-but then I stopped" Jeremy admitted not making any eye contact. The doctor nodded then began to write down what Jeremy has said then looked back up at the teen." Okay, now I might need to prescribe you with some Antidepressants so we can prevent this from happening again, alright?" The doctor asked Jeremy. The teen nodded." Good, now I'll go and pack those up for you and your only supposed to take one a day, don't forget" the doctor ordered the teen before exiting the room. Jeremy nodded again then watched as the doctor left.
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Two Weeks Later
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Jeremy finally exited the hospital with his other good friend, Fritz.
"T-Thanks for doing this" the teen thanked." Anytime Jere! Come on let's get in the car and I'll drive you home, the doctor said you needed rest" Fritz spoke as he opened the passenger door for Jeremy then entered the drivers seat. Jeremy nodded then looked out through the window starting to day dream.
" Uh hey Jere? Hello?"
"Huh oh s-sorry I-I tend to d-day dream a lot" Jeremy giggled as he looked back at Fritz." It's fine I get that, okay so where do you live again?" Fritz asked starting to drive out of the parking lot of the hospital.
"O-oh u-um... U-uh... W-well"
Jeremy thought, he had really no where to live, he doesn't know if he should go back to Mikes house or to his, dads house.
"Uhhh I can take you to my house if you'd like" Fritz offered the teen." R-really...?" Jeremy asked. Fritz nodded giving a smile toward the teen." O-okay, sure..."
They then began driving toward Fritz's house. Jeremy just looked down toward his hands remembering the bottle still in his stomach, what made the pain worse was all the bruises that were already on his stomach. He shook his head then looked through the window.
"Ay Jeremy? What's up with you and Mikey? Have you two gotten along?" Fritz asked as he keeps his eyes on the road." O-oh... Uh yea k-kinda" Jeremy responded looking toward the driver." Yea that guy is a big douch bag at times but you should get used to it, he told me like after a day you guys met, you saved his life from getting killed by mangle, what was that about?" Fritz asked stopping the car at the red light and looking toward the teen." I-I couldn't just w-watch it all h-happen Fritz... A-and personally I just, w-wanted Mike to know t-that I-I'm not just s-some stupid t-teenager" Jeremy admitted telling the honest truth.
"Ah I see, and I also noticed something else when Mike first introduced me to you" Fritz spoke again as he looked back on the road and with a grin starting to appear on his face.
"U-um notice what?" Jeremy asked raising his eyebrow.
"I noticed how your cheeks were pink when he patted your back" he finally spoke. Jeremy's eyes widened in shock feeling a little hot in his head." W-what?? N-no! T-that's n-not t-true!".
"Uh huh, okay come on spit it out, how do you really feel around this big Douch bag" Fritz asked. Jeremy looked away thinking to himself then spoke,"W-well h-he's my friend, I-I've known him for a-a couple of months now and... A-and he seems okay, I feel k-kind of s-safe around him s-sometimes I-if you wanna know the t-truth" Jeremy admitted trying not to say how they hugged when he was having one of his moments and since Mike said not to tell anyone.
"Sooooo you like like the guy?" Fritz asked.
Jeremy's face turned a bright pink." W-what?! N-no! W-well maybe but, No!" Jeremy exclaimed starting to glow a shade of red. Fritz bursted out laughing." Just s-shush F-Fritz" Jeremy said with a little red still on his face." Don't worry I won't tell him" Fritz assured the teen." I-I don't care... H-he has a g-girlfriend a-and he doesn't c-care anyways" Jeremy responded.
" What makes you say that?"
"H-he only visited me o-once, h-he left b-because he H-had to see Doll..." Jeremy said with exaggeration in his voice when he said the name Doll ." Well didn't he beat your dads ass up?" Asked Fritz. Jeremy nodded slowly.
" Didn't he take you to the hospital when you stabbed yourself?"
Jeremy nodded again." See he cares, he just doesn't always show it" Fritz responded.
"B-but those a-are just the m-major things t-that threatened m-me... Y-you would d-do the same thing i-if you s-saw s-someone dying o-or someone g-getting beaten a-almost to death" Jeremy replied. Fritz let out a sigh as they pulled up to his driveway.
"I suppose that's true"