BMC/DEH Oneshots

My Name Is Michael (Pt. 1)

SO SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED? LIKE??? I'M SUPER SORRY? PLEASE DON'T HATE ME.

AAAANYwhoooo... This is trans Michael and Michael got a Squip instead of Jeremy and it isn't going to well... but hey it never does right? He is in Senior year at the time. Also this is reeeeeeeeally long... sorry about that :)  Comment if you want a part 2?

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Do you want the pain to go away or not, Mikayla? The suffering, the abuse, the dysphoria, don't you just want it all to go away?

"My name is Michael."

But don't you want everything to go away?

"It might be for the best. And it's easy to, quick and painless."

Michael sat at the top of a tree (HE SHOULD MEET EVAN), ready to jump. As he sat there, he looked back on all the fun times he had throughout his life. When his team won nationals at Volleyball, or when he had met Jeremy.

~Flashback 1 brought to you by my dog eating my cheese after school today~

Michael, I'm setting! Spike! Rich yelled at state championships. This was one of the best times in Michael's junior year, and he needed win this. If not for him, for his family, and for Jeremy.

Michael, now! Rich set the ball way up into the air, and Michael ran out in front of him and spiked the ball directly into the ground, winning the game at the last second. The entire team started crying with happiness, and they lifted Michael up into the air and cheered him on like those in the movies. Jeremy ran down onto the court and tried to give Michael a hug, but he was to high in the air. Michael parents were out in the Philippines at the time, but Jeremy had recorded it and had sent it to him after the game. This meant Michael was staying at his house, and they ended up pulling a huge all nighter eating around 3 family-size bags of salt and vinegar chips and 2 big bottles of Mountain Dew Red.

~Flashback 2 brought to you by my 10 year old brothers shirt that surprisingly fits me~

It was the first day of 7th grade, and Michael had just moved to New Jersey from Luzon, or the Philippines. He was terrified, as it was fairly obvious he was transitioning. He had long hair he had put in a bun and had a beanie over, and had a big red sweatshirt on with patches all over it and a big pair of white headphones on. He had a fairly feminine voice, and had been forced to wear makeup by his parents that day which it was clear he had tried to wash off, from the black smudged eyes, but to no avail.

He had already tried to greet two people, but they it must have been a little to obvious that he was trans and they pushed him down to the floor. 

Michael didn't understand why people were so mean, they were never this mean in Luzon.

"Awe, Mikayla's gonna cry! Go ahead and cry you tranny freak!" They looked down at him and laughed, but he stood up and said,

"My name is Michael."

They continued to make transphobic slurs using his deadname and pushed him back down, landing hard breaking his ankle, but he was to scared to notice. While he was still on the floor, they got caught by the best teacher, Mr. Reyes, and while he was yelling he was pretty sure he caught the name Kurt and Ram somewhere, but he wasn't sure.

He had attempted to get up, but felt a searing pain down the side of his ankle, and fell back down immediately. As he fell, a tall boy with a striped shirt and a navy blue jacket over it rushed to help Michael up. Michael stood for a second, leaning against the wall, then fell.

"Hey, are you ok? Kurt and Ram can be huge dicks sometimes."

Michael was shocked that someone had said a word to him. He tried to respond, but was only a stuttering mess.

"I- uh- yeah- um- thanks." He finally managed to spit out.

"Glad you're ok- hey, you should probably get to the nurse. You can't walk an inch!"

"Um- yeah, p-probably."

Jeremy took one arm around himself, and Michael could stand walking on the other foot. As they were walking to the nurse, Michael had finally found the courage to say something. He had it planned out and everything.

"Hey, um, thanks for walking me to the nurse. And for even talking to me."

"No problem. You're not the first person this has happened to, especially not from Kurt and Ram. He broke one girls, Veronica's I think, nose."

"Damn, rude much?"

Jeremy laughed in response, and Michael was glad he had made someone laugh. They came up on the nurse's office, and Michael asked if Jeremy could stay. It was fine with everyone, Jeremy just needed to take a late slip to Mrs. Flemmings class explaining why he was late.

After about 10 minutes, the nurse asked Michael to try and stand up, but fell immediately. This resulted in the nurse calling Michael's parents, but they were both at work. He ended up staying in the nurse's office for the whole day, playing Apocalypse of the Damned Mobile on his phone. Jeremy had come in to check on him at lunch.

"Hey, I never caught your name. I'm Jeremy, in case you didn't already know."

"Cool, I'm Michael."

From that point on they were amazing friends, inseparable even. Like brothers, but better.

~Back to reality~

But what about the bad times? What about when Kurt forced me down your throat? Or when you were stuck in the house fire? Do you really want to stay alive when there are so many more bad things that could happen?

"You're right."

I know. 

Michael slowly began rocking back, and almost enough forward, and back, and far enough forward. He closed his eyes, falling, and waited. He fell for what seemed like forever, he felt like he couldn't go on for forever. Like he deserved to disappear.

Good job Mikayla, finally building up courage to do what everyone wants you to do and kill yourself. 

"My name is Michael."

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