Runaway - A Mike Fuentes Fanfic

Chapter Thirteen

He picks up a little makeup bag from his bedside table and unzips it slowly. He pulls out a little pack of Kleenexes and a few small blades. He takes one and lifts his sleeve up revealing faint scars climbing like a ladder up his arm. He presses the blade deep into his skin, drawing a thick crimson red blood from his skin. He dabs it with his tissues soaking it up, just to realize that it was too deep to stop by his self.

“Vic!” I scream trying to catch his attention. He doesn't notice. His hands shake and he starts to swear. I try to move my body, but it doesn't budge. He takes his sheets off of his bed and wraps them around his arm and pushes roughly down on the fresh cut.

“Mike!” He screams finally.

“What do you want now?!” Mike laughs from down the hallway.

“Mike just come here!”

“Why should I?!” He yells laughing.

“Because I'm bleeding!”

“Bleeding?!” he stops laughing.

“I did it again!”

“Oh shit!” Mike yells and burst through the door. “Come here,” he grabs him and leads him out the door.

My head locks again and I can't move. My vision goes blank for a few minutes then when I open my eyes again, I'm somewhere else.

A blue room with two beds sit in front of me. It looks very similar to Mike's room, but something is off. I see Mike walk in and flop his body on the bed, crushing his face into his pillow. Sobbing escapes his lips and he punches the pillow and screams.

“Fuck Vic! Why?!”

“Mike, come here,” a soft female voice calls from outside the door.

“No,” Mike says sternly.

The door opens slowly and their mum pokes their head through the door. She sits on the bed next to his feet and strokes his legs.

“Mike common.”

“What do you want?” He says grumpily.

“I want to talk to you about it. What are you feeling right now?”

He looks up at her face, his face is painted with confusion.

“How am I feeling? That's what you're fucking asking right now? How the fuck do you think I'm feeling? He's in the hospital!”

“I know darling, but you need to talk this out, you can't hold it in.”

“I'm fine mum, I fine. A-Okay!” He slams his fist into the bed. “Get out!” his mum stands up and looks confused. “Get out! Get out! Get out!” He shouts. She rushes out of the room as fast as she can and leaves Mike alone in tears.

Who's in the hospital? Is it Vic? Is what I saw before how he got into the hospital?

I close my eyes and wish to get out of this place. I can't see these boys in pain any longer. I don't want to do this. I want to wake up. I want to go home. I want Vic to come back...

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I open my eyes laying in Mike's bed. I'm wearing a large hoodie, that has several holes in it may I add, and my underwear. A large heavy comforter covers the lower half of my body.

I sit up slowly and I push it off my feet and I stand up, wincing at the pain in my hip. What happened? I lift up the sweater I'm wearing and glance at my side. Bloody gauze snakes around my stomach and is tied together on opposite side of the pain. I push the gauze down to reveal a huge gash about the width of a piece of bread.