Warning, this chapter may be a trigger for self harm. It also gets very emotional, so if you don't think you can handle it, skip this chapter.
"What the hell was that?" Luke stormed around my room. I'm sure if this were a cartoon, there would be smoke fuming from his ears profusely.
"I didn't kiss him. He kissed me. I pushed him off, I swear."
"I... I.. if my body were capable of killing him..I.. I would."
"Luke! Don't say that! He's human just like you. I should go talk to him."
"No, no more talking to him."
"You don't control me."
"You're right, I don't. But I'm your guardian angel remember 'leading you in the right direction' and all that shit." He said, anger clearly evident in his voice.
"Well, let me just tell you, you are shit at your job." I slammed the door and made my way towards Michael's room. He had showed me where it was after dinner earlier, before I showed up back at my room. I also knew that there were both single rooms and shared rooms. Michael had a single room all to himself.
I knocked on the door. No answer, but I could hear a faint cry from inside the room.
"Michael! Michael! Open up, it's Eden." I said, pounding on the door.
I wiggled the door knob a little bit, and suprisngly it opened.
I walked to the source of the noise. Michael was lying in the bathtub, blood rushing from open cuts on his arm. He wasn't completely naked, he had a pair of basketball shorts on.
"Michael-" I started.
"No, go away! You don't care about me! No one does." He sobbed.
"Of course I care about you, I just don't care about you the way you want me to. Michael, you have a family, you have all these people here that love you, me, Caroline, and Ashton especially."
"Caroline? That very pretty girl whose your roommate?" He sniffed.
"Yeah, she does. But you didn't hear it from me.
"Michael," I said, picking up the blade that was dropped in the scortching hot bath water. "This," I shook it a little, to add emphasis on it,"doesn't define you and who you are."
"But it does, its a part of me and always will be a-", without finishing his sentence, his head hit the back of the tub. He was unconscious. I checked his pulse. Still there.
I ran into the hall, and luckily Ashton's room was right down the hall. I pounded on the door and a sleepy Ashton walked to the door without a shirt on.
"Michael, he.." was all I could say before I started to run down the hall towards Michael's room, Ashton following suit.
Ashton gasped when he saw all the blood and an unconscious Michael in the blood.
"Call 911."
I dialed the number into the landline that was installed in every room, though anyone rarely used them since almost everyone has a cellphone, and began talking to the operator as soon as she picked up.
"Hello, this is emergency services, how may I assist you?"
"My friend, he lost too much blood. Send an ambulance, please." I sobbed.
"Ma'am, is he unconscious?"
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"Only a minute or two."
"An ambulance is on its way."
And the rest of the night was a complete blur. Michael almost died, and I hope I saved his life.
