You're Always in my Heart

Chapter 4: Michael is Hiding Something

I was exhausted by the end of the day. "I'm gonna go to bed." I said. "Sweet dreams." Michael said as he looked up from his book. I went to my room, got into the bed, and covered up. It was soft and warm. I've never had a bed before, so I just took it in. I fell asleep within minutes. The next morning I woke up and headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and my hair. I was about to leave, when I saw something on the floor. I crouched down to get a better look. It was red, and a little shiny. I grabbed a piece of toilet paper and tried to grab it, but it soaked into the towel. It was blood. I stood up and checked myself to see if it was coming from me, but there wasn't a cut or scrape on my body. If it's not mine, whose is it? I just shrugged it off and walked out. I walked into the kitchen and saw Michael making breakfast. "Um, Michael." I said. He jumped and dropped the spatula on the floor. "Don't do that!" He said. "Just so you know, there was a little blood on the bathroom floor." I said. Michael had a slightly surprised look on his face. Oh yeah, I whacked my knee on the nightstand when I got up." He said. He had long pajama pants on, so I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. I was getting suspicious. Later that day, my suspicions would be confirmed. It was around 3:00 in the afternoon. I walked into the bathroom, and noticed a black scuffmark on the ground. I looked for something to clean it up. When I got to the cabinet under the sink, I was surprised by what I found. A razor blade, taped to the side of the cabinet. I grabbed it and examined it. There was a little dried blood on it. I stood up and left the bathroom. I found Michael reading his book in the living room. "Michael." I said. He closed his book and stood up. "What's up?" He asked. "Explain this to me." I said as I held up the blade. There was a slight look of terror on Michael's face. "It's just a spare blade for my razor." He said. I knew he was lying. I looked at his arm and saw dried blood on his wrist. He started to walk away. I walked up behind him and spun him around. I grabbed his arm and lifted up his sleeve. I was shocked by what I saw...