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Broken mirrors (oneshot #2)

//Requested by @Shininglikethemoon!I hope you like it! -Naty//

Italics =Michaels negative thoughts
Bold=Michaels counter thoughts (not always positive him just thinking back)

Trigger warnings: mild blood, self hate, scratching self(does that count?), punching.

Michael always pretended that he was fine, if people asked how he was doing he would say "I've been doing just fine!" Or "Great. Thanks for asking!" but in fact he was dying inside. He just felt like nobody wanted him. Jerbear likes you! Jeremy probably hates you! Your such a loser. The little voice in the back of his head taunted. No! He cares about me! Michael weakly fought back not believing what he was thinking at all. He was so twisted up inside his mind. God he was so messed up. He didn't know if he could take another day of this, this feeling of complete and utter hopelessness. What if you just, y'know, offed yourself? Jeremy wouldn't miss you. Michael sat down on his bed, tears coming to his eyes. Yeah no one will miss me...
Exactly. Ugh no! Jeremy needs me he'll blame himself! Michael was sobbing now clawing at his head. He held tightly onto his arms, his fingernails digging into his skin. Leaving the flesh raw. Dideiediediedie. The bitter voice in his head chanted. Gah! No I can't do this! Michael stumbled numbly into the bathroom and pulled his tightly held fist back and punched the mirror. He did this over and over and over and over and over and over again. Thats it. Feel the pain, you deserve it. The pesky, no not pesky, evil voice in his head taunted. Michael was sobbing at this point. and with one hefty and powerful blow the mirror shattered into deadly knives. Knives that Michael deserved to be dug into his skin. He felt he glass stab into his hand. He looked at his searing fist, he let it fall slack. The blood dropped onto the bathroom tiles. With a steady: drip drip drip. Isn't the red pretty? Heh, yeah I guess it is. :) Michaels attention snapped to reality when he heard a door open and close with a slight click. Oh no it's Jeremy! He wont care he'll probably leave you again. Michael gave a hearty sob and collapsed to his knees. "Michael?! Is that you?" He heard Jeremy yell from downstairs. "Are you ok?!" Michael just sobbed even harder, letting all his tears flow freely down his ugly face. He's going to hate me. He already does. Michael heard footsteps rushing up the stairs. He looked up and saw Jeremy standing in the entrance of his room. His eyes were wide and horrified with tears forming at the edges. "Oh my god Michael..." Jeremy rushed over to him and gathered him up into his arms and hugged him firmly. "I- I'm sorry. You h- hate me n- now-" Michael sobbed out. "No no shhh there's nothing to be sorry for. I don't hate you. I love you." Michaels eyes widened and he felt a blush forming on his cheeks. "Y- you forgot the- no homo." Jeremy just hugged him tighter. "I didn't need one. But let's talk about this later, what happened?" He actually cares! "I just hate myself so much Jer! Nobody likes me! I want to d- die!" Jeremy pulled away from Michael and looked at his bloodied hand, and then behind Michael and at the broken mirror. "First of all you shouldn't hate yourself, Everything about you is wonderful. I love you and what about rich and Jake, they're your friends?"
Michael sniffles. Jeremy got up and grabbed a washcloth and wetted it. He then proceeded to slowly but surely pick the tiny knives out of Michaels hand. Then he slowly moved the washcloth over the wounds. Michael hissed in pain but stayed put. Jeremy then kissed every cut that littered Michaels hand. Michael blushed furiously but leaned into Jeremy and softly cried. "Jerbear, I love you so much. But n- not in a platonic way." Michael said quietly. "I feel the same way about you." Michael looked up blushing and surprised. "You do?" "Michael Mell, will you be the riends to my boyf?"Jeremy asked. Michael giggled slightly, remembering the reference. "A- are you asking me to be your boyfriend?" Jeremy smiled and nodded. "Y- yes!" Michael exclaimed and kissed Jeremy. Jeremy's lips felt soft against his own. He smiled against the kiss that was salty from their tears. Michael pulled away crying slightly, but this time they were happy tears. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be ok. Jeremy will be he(e)re for me. "I love you Mikey" Michael smiled "I love you too Jerbear."