Don't Go [Muke Clemmings]

Chapter Nineteen

Michael

Wait a second... "She said she was going to visit every day," I observed.

Luke nodded. "Yeah?"

"She hasn't been here in weeks." I waited for him to realize what I was implying. As soon as he did, his eyes widened.

"We have to find her."

"I mean, I'm sure she's fine... What do I know?" I chuckled less sincerely than I ever had.

"Michael, we have to find her. What if she's about to do something she'll regret, or worse, something she can't regret? We could save her!"

I nodded. I never really liked Sara, but I didn't want her to get hurt. Well, she was already hurt, we all were, but you know what I mean.

"Where do you think we might find her?" I asked.

Luke shrugged. "I don't know, we could always look... What are you looking at?" He turned around to face the television I was watching. It was on the news channel, and it showed a headline that worried us and a picture that confirmed our fears.

Teen Suicide in Forest Outside of Public High School.

I couldn't stop looking at that face, painted with a sad expression, mouth open. It was Sara's.

Luke

Holy shít. Shít, shít, shít, this was bad. Not only was my best friend in a coma, but now her fûcking lesbian lover was dead and Michael was sobbing. I thought he didn't even like Sara. "What's wrong, honey?"

Michael looked up at me with eyebrows raised for a second before he continued crying, hands over his eyes like that cute monkey emoji. "Now that's two down all because of me. Please never let me drink again." I almost told him that I wouldn't always be able to stop him, that I wouldn't know him for the rest of his life, but then I remembered that I would.

"Mikey, you can't let yourself think that way. I'm not saying you can't stop drinking, that's fine, but don't go on with your life thinking this is your fault."

"But it is. I might as well go do the same thing."

"You better fûcking not." He looked up at me, shocked at my sudden harshness. It's not like I could help it, though. Imagining the love of my life in that picture with a noose around his neck made me feel worse than ever, excluding last time I lost him. "I'm sorry, Michael, come here." I pulled his head to my chest, which was soaked within second. "Everybody has to go sometime. I'm sure that even if Jamie hadn't been in a coma, Sara would've died somehow anyway." Michael flinched at my use of the word. "Everything happens for a reason."

He shook his head. "I don't believe in that stuff. What happens is normally because of something else triggering it. There's no superior force in control of us. We do what we want, and that's why everything is so fûcked up."

I had evidence that what he said wasn't true.

"Just calm down, okay? I'm sure wherever she is, she's fine."

"I can't stop thinking about it."

"I'm not telling you to. Just try to see it in a better light." Without thinking, I pressed my lips to the top of his head and he snuggled up to my chest. This was so not just a friendship.

Jamie

(A/N: nothing in Jamie's POV is real rn bc she's sleeeeeeping)

Laura walked over to me during lunch. Michael and Luke weren't there. Apparently they had some funeral to go to or something. "Jamie."

"Yeah?"