Michael In The Bathroom

Jeremy let out a scream as he suddenly fell into an odd place, looking around himself to find pure darkness, "Uhh, hello???" He called out confusedly, "Anybody???"

He looked around, "Am I dead??" He asked himself quietly.

He looked around quietly, "Michael?" He got his hopes up that he'd see Michael somewhere in here, so he started walking.

After what seemed like forever, he still couldn't find Michael. He wasn't with him, was he?

It was so cold here... His whole body was ice cold as fell to his knees.

"Michael!!!" He yelled out, hoping he'd get a yell back.

But he never would. No more how many times he tried. He tried and tried and tried and tried and tried.

Silence. Jeremy Heere was the only one here, wasn't that ironic.

When could he leave? When could he escape from this fucking hell.

He let out a scream as he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. He screamed, gripping his chest before this episode slowly passed.

He took a deep breath, managing to calm down.

Would he really ever see Michael again?

Probably not. He didn't know where he was, but Michael wasn't there.

Jeremy let out a soft sigh, mumbling, "I love you, Michael Mell.." As he sat down, watching for any sign of Michael.

He sat there for the entire time he was there. He was there for eternity. He never saw Michael.

He was always craving just to spot him once more time, to get a glance of that red sweater. But that never came.