Don't Go [Muke Clemmings]

Chapter Eleven

Woah last night I had 295 reads now I have 375 that's probably the most it's ever increased in one day.

Michael (the living one)

"Happy 16th, sweetie," my mom said, handing me the mini cake she made in the microwave, probably meaning it wasn't safe to eat, but I was going to anyway.

"Thanks, Mom," I said, smiling. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and got everything else I needed for school that day: a ratty old backpack, full of textbooks and the notebooks my uncle had given me at that beginning of the school year. My keys were connected to the strap and hid in an extra pocket so no one will steal them.

"I love you, have a nice day."

"I love you, too." I didn't respond to the last part because I knew it was pretty much impossible for me to have a nice day.

I tried my best to stay out of people's way, but obviously failed. Mark pushed me into my locker as he walked by, and Ethan yelled at me before pushing me just as Mark did. It was my own fault for being there.

They didn't know they were helping me stay alive. I had cardio tardus disease, meaning my heart didn't beat as fast as it should. When it didn't feel needed, it would just... stop. Often this would happen for a couple of minutes at a time, but we knew eventually it would happen for good, just like it had for everyone else who had this condition. So, like, ten people.

Most people have no problem keeping themselves alive, all we had to do was keep our heart beats up. Some would go to amusement parks to ride the roller coaster, some would go to a scary movie once in a while, but my mom and I couldn't afford a random trip to the closest rollercoaster, sometimes we couldn't even afford scary movies. The bullies at my school didn't know they were helping me. They thought they were hurting me.

Of course, that was true, too.

Jamie

"Luke, pick up the goddamn phone, will you?" I groaned, waiting. When he finally did, I yelled at him. Except I was whispering... I don't know what I was doing. "He's here, Luke, where are you?"

"I'm in bed..." Luke said slowly. His voice was raspy and he sneezed right after he finished talking. Great time to get sick, Lucifer! "He's there? I'll be right over!"

"Luke..." I trailed off and listened to Liz yelling at him in the background.

"You're sick, Luke, you better stay in bed!" I snickered. I wanted him to be here, but not if he was sick. He needed to stay in bed, plus I didn't want to catch it. Also, we still don't know what exactly Michael had, what if it triggered something and... I shuddered, not even able to think the rest of that sentence.

"I'll be there tomorrow. You understand that you're not allowed to talk to him until I get there, right?"

"Yes," I sighed. Luke and I had made an agreement that he would get to talk to him first. Ridiculous, right?

Luke

I was rereading the diary over and over again. For some reason it stayed when he... left. I checked the last entry's date. It was written two years from tomorrow. I had to memorize this date. This would be the date of Michael's... You know. A tear streamed down my face as I tried to imagine how hard it would be next time, with no possibility of ever seeing him again, except in the past... it was confusing, an depressing as hell.

I needed to see him. I needed to tell him I was in love with him. Well, I obviously wouldn't tell him right away, but...

An idea sparked in my head. I flipped through the diary, finding the page where he said he was in love with me. It was... a year from now? I was an impatient person, there was no way I could wait that long. I guess technically I didn't have to, but I was going to, you know, just in case. I knew Michael wasn't the type of person to shun his friend just for being in love with him, especially since he said in his diary that he was gay at the age of 14, but I was so paranoid that people would judge me that I almost never told anyone my true feelings.

Michael was the only exception.

I would tell him, just not until I knew he was in love with me, too. There's nothing wrong with being scared, if I at least told him before he died.

Died. I didn't like that word. I promised never to use that word about Michael again, not even in my mind. Especially not in my mind, since that was where he never would... d. Hehe. D.

Oh my God, he took away my "innocence."

I missed him already.

A/N: sorry this one was short but I felt like I needed to celebrate 300 reads, 375 for that matter, so I was trying to update as fast as possible. well bye.

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