Michael X 10

Chapter 92:❤️

HIStory's PoV
There I found it.

My escape.

I picked it up and held it tightly in my hand. It was the pocket knife Dangerous used when he was unable to use the razors.

Perfect.

As I held it to my chest and heart, I grew anxious. But I know it was the only way out.

Thriller's PoV
"You okay?" I asked Off The Wall. He nodded and watched the tv play its shows.

The monkey channel.

He seemed calmer. It was 10:35. Things were calm. Ish.

Then I heard a yelp.

"Ahhhhowwww!" They screamed.

I saw Jackson running upstairs. And what he saw made him scream.

"I'm going out!" Jacksons cried as he ran out the door with his hood up over his head.

I ran upstairs and HIStory was there crying his eyes out with a bloody pocket knife in his hands.

He held it to his chest and was helping in pain as he was choosing what to do next.

"Don't!" I yelled.

He looked at me and then looked at the knife.

"It's not worth it. Honestly." A voice called.

This Is It stood behind me with tears in his eyes.

I then ran to Dangerous and woke him up right away.

"Dangerous it's HIStory. Wake up now!" I yelled.

He shot up then fell out of bed as he ran to the bathroom seeing his roommate about to kick his own bucket.

"HIStory way the fuck are you doing?!" He yelled in stress.

"I'm not staying. I have to go! Oh..oh! AHHHHH!" He said as he dropped onto his knees. Dropping the knife.

"Stop!" Another voice cried.

Escape was now involved.

HIStory looked at him then began to cry.

"I'm sorry!!" He screamed.

"Huh?" He questioned.

"Drugging You was the worst thing ever!" He sobbed.

"HIStory. That's in the past! Don't you get it!" He stressed back. Escape then exhailed. "Come here. Now." He pointed.

We all left them to talk. But I stayed behind and peeped.

"Listen. Everything is fine. No need to worry. It's in the past. But why would you hide this for so so long?"

"I don't know."

"You encourage Dangerous and This Is It to stop but you kept going. You know how bad that Makes you for not setting the example?"

"Hmm." HIStory mumbled.

"Pass me the pocket knife." He then said.

"No. I won't."

"Give. It. To. Me. Right. Now. We can't have Y/N find out!" He warned.

HIStory squeezed the knife tightly before giving it to Escape.

He looked at the knife and smiled.

Then GAVE IT BACK TO HIM?!

"Go on. Do the honours." He mumbled.

HIStory smiled faintly then dropped it down the toilet and together, one hand on another hey flushed it down.