Theater In The Streets - A MicroAngle Fanfiction.

Can't Do It...

Micro became depressed very quickly. She didn't speak with anyone because she didn't care. She didn't care about her life. She then became suicidal in a matter of days.

(Back To The Present/Epilogue!)

Micro had a plan. She changed her number. She was ready, although this was gonna hurt like hell, emotionally and physically. She was ready, she kept telling her self it would all be better when she was in Lefty's arms.

Micro mailed her new number to Lefty's house with a note saying "call this number" immediately.
This was gonna be fine...

Micro found a new blade that was fitting for the job.
This was gonna work...

Lefty called the number.
This is all gonna be over soon...

Micro picked up her phone, putting on her crying voice.
This will all be worth it...

Micro told Lefty she was going to kill herself as she cut her own skin causing her to cry softly in the phone.
This will convince her...

Micro hung up before Lefty could convice her to stop as she got a ride from an Uber nearby.
This won't fail...

Finally, Micro heard Lefty open the door and got into position. Her right arm was literally covered in blood and cuts. Her left arm had soft cuts on it. She took the blade and slit her right wrist, not deep enough to kill, just look really bad. And hurt really bad.

Lefty burst in the doorway, somehow not locked. But the bathroom where Micro was, was indeed locked. Micro had a circular lock where a skrew driver would've worked. But that wasn't around.

"MICRO!" Lefty shouted as she began banging on the door. "YOUR TO LATE LEFTY! Know that I love you..." Micro began saying but was cut off by the burning in her left arm now. She tried holding back the shouts for help. She wanted to unlock the door, but, that was too predictable.

Lefty began sniffling for her love. She remembered one thing may work. A bobby pin. Lefty ran up to her room, and, in Micro's bathroom, was non other than a bobby pin.

Before Micro could go any further, she heard her doorknob moving. She sighed from relief. She didn't have to go any further.

Micro tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Lefty burst through the door, and, saw an exausted Micro. She picked her up gently and brought her out. She was a bit heavy, but Lefty was extremely stronger than she looked.

She layed her on the couch and pride the blade from her hands. Micro began softly moaning as the pain set it. Lefty attempted to help any way she could. She tried calling the police, but Micro's eyes would go wide and she would twitch when Lefty picked up her phone.

Micro ended up falling asleep quickly, as it was now about ten at night, and Lefty desided to sleep at her house so that she could keep an eye on her. She set an alarm for six-thirdy so she could make breakfast and hopefully clean up.

A/N
Hey! I'm just gonna quickly say it, this chapter may have offended a couple of people, so if it did, please let me know. I really don't want to make my readers uncomfortable. If this is personally offensive, please speak out! And I'm sorry! Hope you enjoyed anyways!

-Lefty