Michael In The Bathroom

Now

No. No. No. Nuh uh. No way.

This was the opposite of what Jeremy needed.

He stood in front of the therapists desk. She smiled reassuringly, "Hello Jeremy, please, take a seat."

No thank you, satan lady.

He shook his head, staying silent. There was a heavy silence for a few moments before suddenly, Jeremy bolted out the door.

He'd waited long enough for his mom to have left, she would've stayed but she got called in to work. Which was good.

He sprinted full speed out of the building, the therapist and several people chasing after him.

He wasn't supposed to leave, his mother had told several of them not to let him go until she had arrived.

Jeremy tripped as he ran, quickly picking himself up and continuing, one person catching up to him before he pulled ahead, losing all of them quickly.

And that, kids, is why if you're a therapist, don't wear high heels. You never know when you need to run.

He panted as he came to a stop, hunching over as he slowly caught his breath.

His breathing returned to normal as he continued to walk through the forest of tall buildings that surrounded him.

Now, which one was the tallest? He was suprisingly calm as he search for it, stopping someone and asking. They told him where it was, clueless as to why he wanted to go there.

He smiled and thanked them before heading in the direction of the tall building.

It took him approximately twenty-one minutes to reach the building. He stood at the bottom of it, staring up at the top.

He smiled softly, entering the building and going to the elevator. He stepped inside and pressed the roof button, glad he didn't have to use the stairs.

He smiled as he reached the top, opening the roof door. He slowly made his way to the edge of the building, staring down at the busy street below.

Hey maybe he'd hit a car. He chuckled at the thought. He kinda hoped he did, just as one last big fuck you to the world. He sat on the edge, grinning as he stared down.

Goodbye.