I curled up tightly on my couch and placed my head in my hands. Why didn't I say anything? Why didn't I ask him about them? What if he does it again? My mind raced and I couldn't think straight. If only I knew where he lived so I could check. I just wanted to check, to make sure he was going to be okay. To make sure he was going to live.
*Michael's pov*
She saw them. Oh he definitely saw them. There was no way she didn't see them. I was finally getting close to her and now this. She definitely thought I was a freak.
"Fuck!" I shouted into the mirror. "Fuck fuck fuck!" I threw hand soap across the bathroom. "You're such a freak! I hate you!" I shouted at myself "why can't you be normal??" Tears streamed down my face and I collapsed to the floor "I hate you" I whispered, pinching my cuts. "I hate you so much" I sniffed lightly and laid on the floor. It wasn't worth getting up.
V short chapter I'm sorry but people keep asking me to update. This is all I had time for for now but I'll try to double update today.
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Depression(Michael clifford)
RandomBook two of the disorder series X depression [dih-presh-uh n] Noun 1. Psychiatry. a condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal; sadness greater and more prolonged than that warranted by any objective reason. X Definitions
