2 months later

Well this is Mary Jane. Me and Michael are rocky  and are parent are still well... themselves. The only plus is that me and my dad are not arguing as much. I think it's because as I get older I learn if some one is not willing to work on themselves. Still having to point out your flaws then fuck it, a relationship is not a one way street right. So why is it I feel like I'm the problem like I started all of this and if I leave stuff alone then bad things wouldn't happen. When Michael found out about my self harm problem he just embraced me, and made sure I was always okay physically but my emotions I don't know I can't control them and I need help. I just don't want to be judged. It's not dangerous as me putting others in harms way. But some time I feel like I'm just another responsibility that Micheal  make sure is checked of a list or even worst than that he feel a certain type of way and don't want to share. I just get that vibe. I can't kick self harming. Sense my grandmother is now staying with us she takes care of the kids and I appreciate her for that.

Michael pov

I'm at my old family home and my mom walks in. And as she walks in she doesn't notice me here I'm literally standing right in front of her and she walks straight into me and jumps. I grabbed her and embraced her as she held me and asked "Micheal is this really you my baby" as I answered and she pushes me away and she throw a glass at me. Screaming "no" I asked her is she crazy. She just kept repeating my dad's name and It crushed me. Holding my side where the piece of glass sliced my left. Then I vouched that I have to get my shit together and take care of what's really important.

This is just a short chapter will continue later tonight thanks.....

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