Saved by the Way (SLOW REVISIONS)

Chapter 4

Mikey gave me a sad look at the end of my tale.

"So let me get this straight,  you were bullied, you were raped, went insane, started self harming, attempted suicide, got stuck in a mental hospital, moved, and now Taylor is saying you deserve rape and pain and that you should be burned?"

"Basically." I said with a sad smile on my face.  It felt good to finally get all that shit out of my system.

Mikey grabbed the pillow on my bed and punched it.  He was clearly angry. "Taylor is such a slut."

"Mikey no....." my voice trailed off.

"Yes!" he was yelling now. "She gets after everyone as if how you style your hair and how you dress decides who you are! She acts as if that's all that matters but it's not!" he was so angry he was crying. He buried his face in his hands.

"Mikey..... " I reached out and leaned on him.

"Scarlett, they've gone after every kid who decides to wear a band shirt to school, every kid who decides to dye their hair a different color, every kid who just wants to be different. And they're wrong!" now I was crying too.

"First they go after Gerard, then me,  then Frank, then Ray,  and now you!" he screamed. "Gerard rarely talks anymore, I'm suicidal, Frank self harms,  and Ray isn't the same as he used to be! I hate people like Taylor!" Mikey screams. But I'm the only one who can hear him.

We just sit in silence for a few moments.  Tears are streaming down our cheeks. 

"Mikey, I didn't know that's why Gerard doesn't talk much." my voice can barely speak.

"It is.  Taylor made fun of his voice.  His laugh.  His hair.  His clothes. He doesn't want to talk anymore because he's afraid of getting made fun of.  He's scared,  Scarlett." I could hear his voice breaking.

"And what about you, Mikey, I wouldn't have guessed that you were suicidal too."

"When she bullied me, I got lost.  I couldn't deal with my feelings.  I couldn't cope. If I self harmed, I knew I'd hate myself more, so I just attempted suicide over and over.  Still do occasionally." he was whispering now.

"Oh Mikey....." I leaned in on his shoulder and we just cried together for a while.

He rustled my hair for a minute. There wasn't anything romantic about it.  Just two friends hanging out crying on each others shoulders.

He took my hand and rolled up the sleeve of my hoodie. He stared at the scars on my wrist. I just let him. 

"52" he murmured.

"What?" I asked confused.

"52 scars on your wrist."

52 scars. I've done more.

I reached my arm around Mikey and just hugged him and he hugged me.

It felt nice having someone to talk to.  It was nice having someone to cry on. It was nice to just have a friend. Mikey was a good person.

Mikey's phone buzzed and he went to check it. He looked alarmed when he read the text. It hurt to see him hurt.

"Scarlett, Gerard attempted suicide. I-I I got to go." he jumped up from the bed.

"Let me come Mikey. You're gonna need someone to talk to." I tried to calm him down.

"A-A Alright let's get going." we raced up the stairs and jumped in his car to speed off to the hospital.