chapter twelve

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|| no ones pov ||

Soon after Michael was let out of the hospital he fell into depression.

He never left his bedroom.

He always had the lights off and the blinds closed.

He never went out with his friends.

He wanted to kill himself.

He couldn't see a world without Autumn.

In the few months they spent together he knew he loved her.

But he couldn't admit it.

There was no point in Michael living.

Everything he loved was taken away from him.

Michael didn't go to Autumns funeral.

He thought it was his fault she's dead.

He could have told her no on the road trip.

Michael started self harming again.

The time he spent with Autumn he stopped.

He stopped for her.

But she's gone now, so what's stopping him?

He absolutely hated himself.

He never went into his bathroom, he couldn't stand to see his reflection.

His mom tried her best to get through to him, but he just blocked her out to.

I guess he's just tired.

Tired of being bitched about behind his back.

Tired of being laughed at.

Tired of being made fun of.

Tired of feeling ugly.

Tired of being ignored.

Tired of being unloved.

Tired of no one caring.

Tired of pretending to be happy,

when all he wants to do is cry.

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