Choice // m.c

6

A / N : This is a very triggering chapter involving abuse and self harm and slightly sensitive topics so please don't read if you're not comfortable.

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A wave of shock came over me as Michael stumbled backwards, blood trickling from his now swollen jaw from Ashton's forceful blow. Once he regained his balance he took a swing at Ashton, him blocking it and Michael ending up on the ground a bloody mess.

I just stood there like an idiot not knowing what to do, because I didn't and soon enough I heard Luke's voice over the shouting's of students and his strong hands moving me away from the scene. Harsh words and hits were being shared between the two and it brought tears to my eyes as I saw Michael hit the table hard, blood being smeared upon it. His face covered in scars and bruises, with a now swollen eye, Ashton hopped on top of him still giving hard hits.

Michael tried his hardest to fight back but with one swift blow to the stomach he laid flat against the carpet as Ashton was being pulled away by the police that had come to investigate the crime. I ran towards the now heaving Michael and I ran my thumb across his bloody and bruised lip.

"I'm so sorry,"

I said before his eyes fluttered shut, his newly disheveled dyed hair dripping on his face. Soon an ambulance came dragging him to the car as Luke cradled me in his arms, Navea following his actions. Luke offered us a ride to the hospital and I quickly turned him down, wanting time alone with my thoughts.

I raced to my house despite the 25 minutes it took, I just kept running. New hot tears had filled my eyes again as I ran into my house quickly closing the bathroom door. The only thing on my mind.

It's all my fault. It's all my fault.

I rummaged through the drawers finding my stash of blades. The sunlight from the partially opened window shining on the sharpened blade. I let more tears fall on my face when I pictured the scene running through my head.

The cold metal made contact to my pale skin causing me to wince but I brushed off the surge of pain and sadness coursing through my body. I kept going dragging the blade across my wrists, ankle and thigh. Soon enough I was lying on the ground surrounded by the pool of my own blood.

I quickly took a long bath and headed to my mom's car and went straight to the hospital. Once I reached the building I quickly ran inside and raced to Michael's room.

"Michael?"

I knocked on the door frame as he turned his head and smiled. Biting my lip, I walked toward him and gave him a long gestured hug. He winced at the pain and I quickly let go.

"Sorry,"

I said a bit muted.

"S'all good, anyways how's that bastard,"

I shook my head.

"He's in an anger management class his parents and principle signed him up for, it's a week camp thing,"

He sighed and let out a barely audible laugh.

"Guess were not doing the gig this Sunday,"

"Guess not.."

It was a bit silent after that but soon Michael piped up.

"Do you think you could take me home and possibly stay there. My parents are out of town for a business trip,"

I nodded my head slowly and a smirk washed over his face.

"Great then let's go!"

"Wait! Don't you have to stay here the night? Doctor's request."