Michaels pov
"Michael?" I heard a few sobs and felt a tear drop on my face. I opened my eyes to see the one and only, Jeremy, hovering over me sobbing.
"Michael!" He practically yelled calling the doctor in while doing so. I didn't say anything, I just looked away from him. Anger boiling inside of me.
"Michael.. I'm sorry." Jeremy whispered. The doctor came in asking me questions, cutting Jeremy off.
"Michael, can you hear me?" I nodded my head.
"Michael can you speak?" The doctor asked.
I nodded my head.
"Michael I need you to try and speak to me please." The doctor responded to my nod.
"Hi." I said. The doctor walked away leaving me alone with Jeremy, again.
"Michael, please... let me explain." I stayed silent, allowing him to continue.
"Uh.. well. This may not sound real, but it is... s—so.. uh.. Christine, yeah her.. she uh she, she came to my house.. and uh cu-cut me and took my phone... and she shot my light and... and made me break up with you." He finished.
It took all my courage not to cry. I believed him. But I didn't want to believe him.
"Sh—she cut you?" I asked.
"Yeah.." he showed me the cuts on his ankle. I starting crying. The tears wouldn't stop.
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ONE WEEK LATER!
Michaels POV
After a week I was finally released from the hospital. I felt weak.
I got home and my mom had made me dinner. She gestured for me to come sit with her and eat.
"Sweetie... why?" She asked.
Sweetie..
"What?" I asked back
"Why'd you cut yourself!?" She practically yelled.
I really didn't want to talk about it but I had no choice.
"Jere-Jeremy..." I paused "He broke up with me."
She came over and hugged me.
"May I be excused?" I asked.
"You didn't eat anything." She said.
I simply nodded my head.
"I suppose, you should go set up your room more." She suggested.
I nodded my head yet again, and raced off to my room. I started pulling stuff out of my boxes when my phone buzzed.
Christine: How's ya boyfriend?
Is all it said
Michael: I'm almost positive you already know..
Christine: he told you didn't he?
Michael: yup.
O h shit wai- I shouldn't have said that-
Michael: I meant no!
I texted quickly
Christine: I gotta go..
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
"MOM, IM GOING OUT!" I shouted, and ran out of the house.
I got to Jeremy's before Christine.. I think. I sprinted in and up to his room.
"JEREMY!" I shouted running in.
I made it in time. "Call 911!" I was still shouting.
"Uhhh.. Michael? Why ?" He asked
"DO IT NOW, YOU ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!" He still didn't do it.
I heard the door click shut. Fuck that's Christine.
"Hide." I instructed. He did as I told and hid. I had no where to hide though.
Christine came in the room, she saw me and pulled out a gun.
"Come here Michael." She said sternly holding the gun up to my head. I walked over to her slowly.
She grabbed me by the neck, holding me close with the gun still at my head.
"Jeremy.. come out come out, or this boyfriend of yours dies."
"Jeremy, don't come out! I don't care if I die! I want you safe please don't come out!" I yelled Christine pointed the gun at my foot, then pulled the trigger.
"FUCK!" I screamed. I fell to the floor my foot in more pain then ever.
Blood was pouring out from my foot.
I took my hoodie off and covered it. That's when I saw Jeremy come out from his hiding.
All I could think was he was gonna die.
"Jeremy no!" I said between sobs.
"Shut it or I'm shooting the other foot." She said to me.
"Jeremy! Don't get hurt please." I practically whispered, the pain started getting worse.
That's when I saw why.
Christine had shot my other foot. I felt myself getting dizzy. My legs slowly going numb.
I heard sirens outside. Then Jeremy's dad stepped in the room.
"Drop the gun." He said.
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" She asked
"Drop the gun." He repeated.
She dropped the gun when she saw police officers enter the room. Someone took me away.
Then again, at the hospital was where I was.
Ok so I hope you enjoyed
~Kiki
