Michael's "Suicide"

I died.

I woke up in a car the day after. The family, your mother and I are going to Cracker Barrel. My mom and your mom bonded a bit. My mom told your mom that I was anorexic. Your mom realized that you could've had the same disorder. She starts crying and I tried to console her. I tell her that I was sorry that I couldn't do more to save you.. That I'll never forgive myself for letting you die. I could've done something more to make you happy. She just looked at me. I didn't know how to read her. After the awkward staring had become extremely uncomfortably awkward I break down from anxiety and because of horrible thoughts that she might have had about me. I just kept repeating "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" over and over again while crawling to my side of the car again. We get to Cracker Barrel and after dinner we go to the shop where we meet this man who seemed normal to everyone but gave me this odd vibe that made me cringe. I go off on my own to get some candy and there I see the man again. I was alone so I tried finding the group, but it was a big shop. Soon the man was behind me and whispered "you're coming with me or you don't get Michael back." I was confused what he meant, but he was just playing my weaknesses. I couldn't help but cry. From the looks of how he took me out of the shop full of people, it just looked like a father carrying his crying daughter out. He sat me in his car and I was just frozen. All I was doing was thinking about you and if I actually could get you back. I knew it was impossible but I wanted you alive again... I needed you alive again. After driving some time, he stops at this old run down car garage. He pulls me out the car and leads me in. He laid me down on this metal table. He begins cutting up my shirt to reveal my torso. He restraints my ankles and wrists and proceeds to draw carefully on my stomach. I was still way out of it. I didn't snap back to reality 'till I felt something cold on my stomach. It was the blade to a machine. I beg him to stop, but he was insane. Nothing would stop him. I gave myself up in exchange for my life, but he disregarded it. He began cutting my stomach, removing organs and playing in my blood. He noticed my horrified look and kissed me on the lips and leaned back down to my right arm. He pulls out a blade and starts cutting up my wrists and arm. I'm crying from the pain while trying to get out of the restraints. He's enjoying this. He's laughing at me as he's watching me struggle. He goes to my left arm when he decided he was done with my right one. I died on that table from blood loss.