*michaels pov*
I waited for y/n outside the school gates all morning, but she didn't show up. All I wanted was to know that everything was okay, that she was okay. I looked for her all day, but she was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't like her to not show up to school. After lunch, I climbed over the school fence and decided to go see her, just to make sure that everything was okay. I pulled up to her house and knocked on the door. No one answered. I walked in, calling her name, but she didn't shout back. That's when the thoughts began to swim around my mind: where is she? Why did she tell me to go so suddenly last night? Then the worst thought of all crossed my mind: what if she's commuted suicide. I ran up the stairs, into her room. "Oh my god, y/n!" I yelled, a tear escaping my eye. She was laying on the floor, unconscious, a crimson pool of sticky blood surrounding her head and chest. I scooped her into my arms. "Everything will be okay, baby," I said, running out of the house, her limp body in my arms. I placed her in the back seat of the car. "Everything will be okay," I repeated, speeding off down the road, towards the hospital.
