Rose's POV:
I finally got the door open, I only wish I had opened it sooner. There was Mikey, curled up on the floor holding himself and crying.
"Mikey, what's wrong?" I asked sitting next to him.
"Nothing." He said wincing. I looked over and saw a lighter.
"Mikey! Roll over!" I screamed. He didn't move so I moved him myself. I saw the burns instantly. My face was wet and my nose was stuffy. "Why, why?"
"Rose, please, leave." He said. I shook my head, "No." I got up and opened the mirror above the sink and grabbed the ointment.
Sitting next to him I applied it to him. Michael groaned. "Why are you doing this?"
"Mikey, I do this because I care." I said before I heard his light snoring
-----Few Hours Later-------
Mikey was still sleeping, but, I had finally got him on the couch. There wasn't really anything to do so I started to clean. I was picking up a pile of paper next to his bed as a paper fell out. I bent over and picked it up. It was a of him and a girl. She had dirty blond hair just like him. She was beautiful unlike me. I sniffled and found a pen and a blank piece of paper. I started writing:
Mikey,
I hope you get better. I hope you and your girl
are happy together. I'm sorry I barged into your
life. Luke was right I am a slut. I find someone who I
think will care and love me but I am wrong, like always.
I can't do this anymore. I will leave you alone now. Bye
Mikey. Forever.
- Rosetta
I left the not and picture on his bed, grabbed his lighter, and left.
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Why Me?
General FictionAs I enter my house it's the same as usual my mom is ignoring me and playing with my baby sister. I enter my room and open my dresser and pull out my knife. It's actually the only thing that makes me happy nowadays. I pull down my pants and start to...
