Jeremy x Michael {ONE-SHOTS}

angst *triggering*

"Don't do it." Michael said, pleading to Jeremy. "Why not, no one would care. Maybe you would, but if I take my life right now, only you would notice. Out of I don't know, 8 billion people on this planet, only ONE would fu*kin' notice." Jeremy said, with anger.

"Jeremy..why would you leave the 'love of your life'?? Jer, you mean so much to me..I love you so much." Michael says as a single tear drops down his flustered face. Jeremy stares at Michael for a second, "I...love you too. It's just..hard." Jeremy says, holding in the frog in his throat.

Michael looks at Jeremy with a bit frustration, "JEREMY! I'm here for you. Am I i-invisible?? You seem to think killing yourself is gonna make everythin better. It's not. Dude you're literally gonna break me to pieces. It's so hard to imagine me without you. You're my player 2, hah yeah I'm player 1. But I have no idea why you even thought to do this. Drop the bottle of p-pills and *sniff* go...think about your actions.."

Michael says while sobbing, and Jeremy just looks at Michael. Jeremy drops the bottle, runs up to Michael and wraps his skinny arms around him, while Michael is covering his face with his hoodie sleeves. "I'm sorry Michael, this is for the best." Jeremy says while unhooking the hug and picking up the pills from the floor.

"W-wait..W-WHAT??!! JEREM-MY NO NO NONONO-" it's too late. Jeremy swallows all the pills in one gulp. Jeremy looks up at Michael with millions of tears streaming down his face, "W-what...were..you F-FUCKING THINKING??!!!!!!" Michael yells at Jeremy while wiping his nose with his hoodie sleeve. "I don't know..it might not even work. So just chill!"

Michael glares at Jeremy then runs into the nearest bathroom. Michael looks at the big mirror on the wall and glares back at himself. "H-he's going to die..I'm such an idiot. I could've stopped h-him," Michael says before slapping himself across the face. "I haven't done this for a while.. I think it's about time, right? RIGHT??!" Michael exclaims to himself while scrambling through a drawer in search for a razor.

After minutes of searching, he finally finds one that's already broken off. "I love you so much Jeremy..but this is because of....y-you." Michael says while hovering a razor blade over his already some what old scarring on his wrist. He lowers his shaky hand over his wrist, about to cut. He quickly slides the blade over his wrist, doing this multiple times over and over again, down and up his wrist.

After about 20 minutes of doing this, Michael is on the ground, passed out with blood all over the floor, and on himself.

Is Jeremy dead?
Is Michael going to die?
Will the both survive?
The world may never know.

A/N
I ended on a cliff hanger! I won't be making another part of this, I feel like it's kinda sad, so I had to stop writing it :(