Self Inflicted

Chapter 11

I knew I needed him.

I stood up, my head dizzy as I ran downstairs to the basement, to Mike's room.

"What do you want?" He spat angrily.

I bit my lip and whimpered, holding my arm out. His face softened as he looked at it. "What did you do?" He asked.

"I'm sorry," I sniffed. "I didn't like it. It hurt."

"I didn't think you'd like it." Mike sighed, taking ahold of my arm and looking over it. "Should clean up fine, that ones a little too deep. I don't want it to scar so I'm gonna stitch it, okay?"

I blinked. "You know how to stitch?"

He nodded. "There are certain things you have to learn yourself when they're not given to you."

He turned around and got a spray bottle out, which he told me numbs the skin. He sprayed that on and found a needle, cleaning both the needle and my arm before stitching it up. He only needed three stitches.

He then stopped the rest of them bleeding and cleaned them before putting a bandage on my arm. "There, done."

"T-Thank you," I stammered. "That didn't hurt at all."

He nodded, watching me. "Why'd you do it?"

I looked down. "I thought maybe if I did it I would be able to understand it. And I'm sorry Mike but I don't, I don't understand why you'd want to hurt yourself. But I won't judge you for it, I mean everybody deals with pain differently. And I'm sorry about what I said at the table."

He stayed quiet for a while before speaking. "That's possibly the best thing you've said since all this."

I picked at the bandage and hugged him tightly, wrapping my arms around his waist like I always did. "I'm sorry Mikey."

He held me just as tight. "I forgive you. Okay? You can stop feeling guilty."

"Thank god." I cracked a smile and surprisingly he did too. Then we curled up in bed together, legs tangled together like always.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, feeling suddenly tired.

"It's around midnight, I think." Mike said, looking at the clock. I smiled. Mike could never tell the time on a clock.

I looked at the clock. "It's half one, Mikey. But nice try."

He glanced at the clock again and squinted. "I don't get it."

I smiled and closed my eyes. "Some people don't, it takes time."

He pulled me into his chest and stroked my hair.

As I started to fall asleep, I heard him whisper "I love you, Beej."