Sorry •Muke•

Chapter 23 - Sleepwalking

I ran.

I ran faster than my legs could carry me.

The rain was pouring over head making me cold and sopping wet.

I didn't know where I would go.

I didn't have a family.

Everyone would be alseep.

I was all alone.

That's when I saw his house. Of course he would be awake, at least it was worth a shot. I went up to the door and knocked. Within only a few seconds the door opened and he was standing there.

"Michael! Oh my god, are you okay? Come in, come in."

Slowly I walked into the familiar house. It was cleaner than last time, but it was still pretty messy. I was told to go upstairs to his bedroom. I did as he asked and slowly made my way upstairs, shaking.

I sat down on the familiar bed. Needles were scattered all over the dresser and rolls of paper were all laying around the room. Cigarrette packets were scattered across the floor, some weren't opened, some were empty, and some just had a few in them. 

"Here you go Michael."

He came into the room and wrapped a blanket around me.

"Th-thank you."

He sat down next to me, as I tried to regain the proper body temperature.

"Um, would you mind explaining what happened?"

I looked over at his, his messy brown hair was falling down as his eyes were focused on the ground.

"I-I left."

"You left?" He asked, looking over at me with his bright blue eyes.

"I left Luke." Tears started to fall, I didn't really care any more.

"Why? I thought you loved him."

"I do love him! But, I just don't want to cause him any more pain, I fucked up his life, I changed him. I didn't mean to do that. I love him to much, I just can't help it."

After a solid minute of silence, I thought of something, something that would help relieve my pain.

"Um, do you have a razor?"

He nodded before getting up and walking over to the door. He came back a few seconds later with a small bag. He opened it and pulled out a little tick-tack case. Instead of the mints, there was blades. I grabbed one and then placed it on my wrist. 

"Just promise me this; you won't ever kill or hurt yourself ever again."

"I promise."

"Shit, I can't do this, I promised Luke I wouldn't." 

"Um, I kinda have something else that might help." He mumbled, twiddling with his thumbs.

"Anything, I don't even care any more."

He then stood and opened up one of the drawers to his dresser, he pulled out 2 strips of paper and a small bag with this mossy green stuff in it.

He rolled a bit of the green stuff up into one of the strips and then laid it down, and did the same with the other strip. He handed me one and then pulled a lighter out of the bag which had the razors in it.

He lit the end of mine and I inhaled. I then blew out the smoke as if I had done it a million times before. He lit one as well and started to smoke.

You wouldn't think getting high would be so weird and all that, but it's not. It's wonderful. Everything bad just seems to float away, out of reach.