Bleeding Colors |Michael Clifford|

Chapter 3

Michael's P.O.V

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*

I grabbed my phone and turned my alarm off. 6:45. I had 15 minutes to get ready and get to class.

I hopped out of bed and walked over to my dresser pulling out my usual, black skinny jeans and a band t-shirt. Making my way to the bathroom to change, I tripped over my bookbag and landed square on my face. Great. I checked my face in the mirror and I had a floor burn all across my face.

I messed with my hair until I thought it looked good enough and then changed into my clothes. I ran out of the bathroom realizing it was 6:55 and I only had 5 minutes to get to school. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and ran down to my car.

I sped my way down the highway until I got in town. It was 6:59. I was gonna be late. Cruising through town I noticed a girl running down the sidewalk with all her school stuff in her arms. As I approached the running girl I realized it was Amy. By instinct I pulled up by her and told her to hop in. She did as I said and once she was in the car I pulled back onto the road.

I felt her reach over and give me a hug from the side and I tensed up. She released me and grabbed a hair brush from her bag. She pulled the visor down to look in the mirror and I noticed little scars from beneath her sweatshirt when she reached up.

I hit the brakes on the car and it haulted to a stop. I grabbed her arm and pushed her sleeve up revealing new and old scars all over her wrist. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"Why." I said pulling the car to the side of the road still holding on to her arm.

She tried to force her arm out of my grasp but failed.

"Please drive, we need to get to school." she whispered looking down at her lap.

"Not until you tell me why you do this to yourself."

By now I had tears developing in my eyes but I blinked them back.

"It doesn't matter. You will think I'm insane." She finally managed to get her arm out of my grip and pulled her sleeve back down.

I pulled back onto the road but I had no intention of going to the school. I passed the school and made a u-turn on the next road.

"Where are we going?"

I ignored Amy and she got upset.

"Michael take me to the school. Now." she practically yelled at me.

"We are not going to school today. You can skip. I'm taking you to my house and you are gonna tell me why you feel the need to do this to yourself."

Amy folded her arms against her chest and we sat there in silence.

I pulled back into my driveway and parked in the garage. I turned the car off and hopped out of the car dragging Amy behind me. We made our way into my kitchen and I sat her down at the table.

"Now. Tell me why you do it."

I noticed she was starting to tear up so I walked over to her and enveloped her in a hug.

"It's okay. You can tell me. Just please tell me. I care about you."

She looked up at me with tears spilling down her cheeks, "You care?"

"Of course I care Amy. Why wouldn't I?"

"Nobody else cares." she sniffled and looked down at her feet.

I picked her up out of the chair and carried her to my room.

"Stop I'm too heavy you're gonna hurt yourself!" she screamed wrapping her arms around my neck.