I turned on the television looking for something to watch but that i could fine were boring 3 hour long commercials or these lame ass reality tv show
Nope. Nope. Nope.
Nothing on the tv to watch.
Ugh why isnt there anyth-.
I stopped flipping through the channels and pulled out my phone. My face lit up as i saw that the text was from michael.
"My stepdads dying, turn on the new on channel 5" my face was struct with horror as i read the text. I nearly dropped and broke my as i reached for the metallic remote and change the channel trying to be extremely quiet so Athena doesn't hear.
"This man was drunk and while in his car swerved into a tree, its surprising how he is still alive due to the horrible crash that he was in" a man in this blue suede suit said pitifully as an image of Michaels father appear on the screen.
I gasped in terror and panic looking at the mans features. His face was swelled and bleeding, basically half of his face was gone, his eye could be barely seen, he had pieces of the windshield implanted in his forehead and cheek. I picked my phone up and texted michael back.
Susan: wow, um do u need me to come to the hospital or do you need to talk.
He didn't reply until a few minutes laters. The silence in between felt as if i was stuck in oblivion shouting but no one could hear me.
Michael: no, Susan, i would say yes but the doctors said i was a distraction. Well anyways, the doctors said he's basically going to be extremely injury and there is a 14% percent chance of his living. I just. Im sorry i screw up a lot, I'm sorry I'm not worth the pain, I'm just over being lied and hurt.
I stared at the massage he had sent me. My heart seemed to ache over this boy i had only met a few days ago. We related in a lot of things; no family; loneliness: lied to. I wasn't one to pity a person or animal. But i could at least try.
Susan: im coming over right now. Youre not going to stop me.
I turned off the television and ran to the front door grabbing my coat and bike and rode to his fairly close house. I was getting myself into a hell of a lot of trouble when i got back and i wasn't in my bed. I didn't care, i finally had one friend. And i will help him to get better because i know how its like to lose my parents and can help. See look im not completely worthless. Im helping, or at least going to try too.
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Therapy || m.c
Фанфик""How do you feel michael" said his therapist "Alone" he said as he stared at the blank detaching himself from the world." He hated himself. He wants to die more than ever right now
