Colors// Mike Chang Glee

Pain Is Relative

I ran as fast as I could from the scene. So many things were going through my head at that very moment. 

Why was Andy doing drugs, and in school of all places? Why was he with that pig from the party? Why would he do this to me? What was making him hurt so badly that he decided to go to drugs and not dad or... me? 

But at the moment I just needed to leave. I needed to get out of there and I couldn't bare to be near that pig any longer. 

I ran off campus and I immediately broke down in my car. I rested my head on the steering wheel as my hands gripped it  just so I didn't end hurting someone or something in the process. I cried to myself for a little while before I sat back in my chair, burying my face in my hands. I let a few sobs pass my ears before wiping the tears away. 

It didn't make me feel any better but I needed to stop crying like a scared little girl who was lost in the midst of all the chaos in the world. I needed to get away but I didn't have the car keys so I'd have to walk. 

I couldn't go home to face my dad like this, I didn't want to hurt Andy any more then I already had and by telling our dad that Andy was doing drugs in the school bathroom with the guy that tried to rape me, would only get Andy mad at me and that was the last thing I wanted to do for him right now. 

I got out of the car with puffy eyes and with tears streaming down my face. All I had with me was my phone and an empty coffee cup. I set the cup down in the car and closed the door with a loud click. 

I sighed, wiping the tears off my face. I could tell my eyes were puffy and red and I began my journey down the highway. I watched as the cars zoomed past me and the lonely sound of asphalt scraping past me with nothing but rocks to listen to. I weeped lowly to myself as I walked north from the school. The only thing to keep me company was he sound of cars and my steady heartbeat pounding against the inside of my chest. 

It wasn't too long before noon struck, and the sun was shining down along with the cool, crisp fall air making it just the right temperature for the beach. I walked a little while longer and found my destination. Ever since I was a little kid I would love to go to the beach and just sit on the shore or play in the water, or walk along the coast. But everything about the beach soothed me, everything but the sand sticking in-between your toes, that always sucked. 

I slipped my shoes off my feet and dipped them into the smooth almost white sand, feeling the coolness of it takeover my feet. I closed my eyes in relief. Relief from that discomfort in my own skin, and the reminder of that night nagging at the back of my head, and relief from the stress Glee had on me, the stress the football team keeps dangling above my head, and lastly the stress of Andy not being in the best headspace right now. 

Obviously I hurt him, but Im just too afraid of him snapping at me and I don't know what Im suppose to say. 

Oh Im sorry I yelled at you and defending my best friend from your cockiness and hysteric protectiveness. 

Totally a great conversation  to have, I just don't know what Im suppose to say to him and I also don't want him to hurt himself, drugs are hardcore. I would know. When I was 14 ,barley 15, I took a bunch of drugs and Andy was what helped me withdrawal when I thought there was nothing better in life. But I couldn't be there for him? What kind of sister does that make me? 

Everything began to fade away as my feet took off towards the shore. Everything but myself and the beach stood before me. No Andy. No jocks. No Glee. No Dad. No Mike... Mike.

"Oh shit!" I muttered to myself, immediately feeling the heartache in my chest as I grasped for my phone that was left in my back pocket.

"Shit, shit, shit" I muttered over and over again, finding Mikes information in my phone and tapping the video icon, I needed to see him, make sure he was okay. I held the phone up to my face and waited to see Mikes face the other side. I waited a few seconds before he picked up. He had a confused and worried look on his face when he did finally pick up and it looked like he was sitting down outside all alone and disappointed I wasn't there for him to talk to.