Finding Mr Right.

24

*WINTER'S P.O.V*

I get a cab,going back to school to find Micheal,to atleast apologise.

My heart was losing it,beating and aching to the rythm of my quick feet as i rush out of the cab to our room.

I open the door and no one is here,i crash to the floor crying,and instantly wishing death upon myself.

My heart was failing me,again,i wasnt going to fight it but let it finish me off.

I open my eyes and they land on a pair of scissors.
I help myself up,supporting myself against my dresser.

I walk towards Micheal's wadrobe where the blue scissors were in a blue holder cup.
I grab the scissors and stare down at them.

If my heart is not going to kill me,then i'll just do the work nyself.
I shut my eyes and raise the sharp scissors diagonally from my belly.

Almost immediately Micheal comes rushing in.

"What are you doing you psycho!?"

The pair of scissors come crushing to the ground as i did the same,tears streaming down my cheeks.

Micheal helps me up,slowly sliding his arm under mine,like he was picking up some fragile baby or something.

"What were you thinking,trying to commit suicide?"

He shakes me vigorously like a fifth grader who just discovered that once a can of soda is shaked vigorously,the soda explodes,and wants to try it again.

"Look at me!"

He wasnt asking but demanding i do it.All of a sudden i start feeling my age.
17.
I am being over powered like the little kid iam.

"Winteeer!?Look at me!"

I slowly look up,my vision still blury from all the crying,expecting a blow in the face,or just a slap across my face instead i get a gentle touch on both my cheeks wiping my tears away.

"For a seventeen year old you sure are naughty,i mean where did you learn such moves?have you been watching porn or something??"

I laugh at such a stupid joke,that was not appropriate for a moment like this.

He hugs me tightly and i do the same.

"...but dont you ever scare me like that again,you hear me?"

I just nod yes and take in a huge gulp of air.

"You need to stop acting like a pussy if you are gonna lie about your age,i mean look at you!you look aweful!"

".....geez,thanks..."

I manage to say and he sends me a dagger.

"Am serious,you need to stop acting like a kid,you shouldnt have left the hospital in the first place"

I look around guiltly like a five year old who has just been caught stealing cookies from a cookie jar.

"Lets get you back,your nona is so worried."

He reaches out for my hand and hands me my coat that was pocking out of my wadrobe since i was still in my theatre gown.

I slip it on,and take his hand as i allowed him to lead me out,to the car.