Angel

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A/N: there's gonna be few conversations in this part

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ACTIONS

POV: Michael

it was 2 am. everyone was sleeping. I was still up. I hadn't realized I was still on call with Anthony. he must've heard the gun. he ran over to my house to stop me from committing suicide. I broke down to tears and I rarely cry.

he relaxed me, I took the pack of Marlboros and we went to our safe place and smoked. we talked about everything. we kissed n cuddled. our safe space was a house me, Anthony and Jess got. me and Anthony had one room, Jess and her girlfriend had the other room.

it was nice. its where we went to escape parents. we weren't delinquents. we were good. we weren't religious, we didn't give a fuck about the government. we did what we wanted. we weren't rebellious kids. we were the kids your parents warned you about. we were bad influences.

Hanna was 18 and would get me cigarettes. she was going to be Johnny. Johnny was a kid who shouldn't be fucked with. teachers didn't fuck with him, nobody fucked with him. he was Satan's angel. its okay to call him that since he calls himself that.

we had our tiny family. Johnny would sleep on the couch and didn't care. he was nice to hang with. his parents kicked him out at 16 and he was homeless. when word spread, he found us and we took turns letting him stay over.

our fallen angel was always protected by us. not many people know the real him like we do. he tells us everything and we tell each other everything.

it was game over when we found out we lost our father, Derek. he was 17 and was our gay dad. he was killed by his brother. we keep his picture in the living room. if he was alive he'd be 23 now. he's my guardian angel watching over me.

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