Mike’s POV

I needed to get the night shift. I walked into Boss’s office hoping he was there. He wasn’t. Fan Fuckingtastic. I found a blank piece of paper on his desk, and a pen. I then proceeded to scribble down a note for him. I had off today so I was hoping he would call me or something if he did what the note said.

Boss,

Wanna take on night shift with the new guy. Find a replacement, please. Make Fritz do it or something.

Mike.

Fritz was just this random guy that would sometimes work. Most of the time he was gone but when Boss needed him, he would come. I walked out of the office, glaring at Toy Bonnie on my way to the door. He was just on the stage staring off. I hated Fuckboy’s so much. I stepped out into the cold morning air, not seeing Jeremy anywhere. Wait, why would I care where he was? I hated this kid, didn’t I?

I shook the thought from head and searched through the parking lot to find my car. I finally spotted it on the right side of the building. I stepped into my car (IMAGINE RANDOM CAR) and let out a sigh that was a mix of exhaustion and relief. I would get to spend as much fucking time as I wanted sleeping. I dug through my pockets searching for my keys. I found them and pushed them into the ignition. I started to make my way home. The sun was slowly rising above the sky. People would be getting to go to their jobs soon. I turned down a street and saw a figure on the sidewalk. I stopped to see familiar curly brown hair, and a guard uniform.

“Jeremy?”

Jeremy’s POV

I walked out of the dark hallway and saw the door to Boss’s office close. He must be here early. I didn’t stop to go talk to him as I felt a bit light headed. I walked outside, the freezing air hitting me like a slap to the face. I walked down the same way I came. My head was pounding even more, I started to feel dizzy. I stopped for a second to regain my balance. Maybe I’m just tired…or maybe. I felt my wrist. Fresh blood was soaking the bandages. Crap, I must have opened the wound somehow and now I was going to pass out. I tried to run home, hopefully making it before I passed out. That didn’t work at all. I felt my legs give out from under me as I tripped over something and landed on the concrete. My head was pounding even more. I could feel blood soaking my hair. I must have hurt my head on that fall. I started to black out, trying to stay awake. The last thing I heard was a car stop and a familiar voice. I felt myself being lifted up before everything went black.

Mike’s POV

I rushed out of my car to see if that was really Jeremy. Unfortunately, it was. I saw blood starting to soak onto the sidewalk from his wrists and above his head. He must have gotten a gash on his head. I lifted Jeremy up bridal style and started to carry him to my car. I couldn’t just leave him there after all. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do. I put him in my car, then sat down in the front seat and started driving to my house. About 5 minutes later I arrived at my house. It was nothing special, just a plain house. It was around 6:40 am by the time I got Jeremy to my house. I locked the door behind me with my other hand, careful not to drop Jeremy and set him down on the couch in the living room.

The room only had 1 couch, a chair, a coffee table, and a well sized TV. I rushed out of the room and down a hallway to get some medical supplies. I nearly slipped on my way down the hallway, but caught myself in time. I entered the bathroom and opened a cupboard. Inside it was a small kit. I grabbed the kit and returned to the living to see Jeremy lying on the couch. He was still, so I guessed he was still knocked out. I walked over to him and knelt down. I placed the small kit on the coffee table and opened it.

I started to bandage his arms. As I rolled up his sleeves I was shocked at what I saw, cuts all over his arms. Some were old, others were new. I felt a pang of pity for him. I tried to ignore it as I took off the bandages that were near his hands. They weren’t put on very well. When I had unbandaged it, I noticed that the cut was bleeding. These wounds were very new, only a few hours old. I put some ointment on the cuts which helped to heal it faster, then started re-bandaging his hands and arms. As I examined his arms one more time I muttered knowing he wouldn’t hear me.

“Jeremy, I’m going to say this for the hundredth time. What h-happened to you?”

I stuttered, I never stutter. I could feel my heart beat a bit faster as I looked over Jeremy to see what else happened to him. His head had a small gash on it, but that was nothing compared to all the other wounds on his body. There were so many cuts and bruises all over his body. Some were on his neck, others on his shoulders. However most of them were on his face and wrists. As I looked at them more closely he realized that these weren’t from a razor or knife. They were from being beaten, glass, and even someone digging their hands in to his arms. Mike couldn’t ignore that now the pity he had felt had turned in to a lot of concern for his co-worker.

I sighed as I had finished bandaging Jeremy up. I guess I’ll just wait for him to wake up. I closed the first aid kit and went back to the bathroom to put it away. I trudged over to my room to change into my comfortable clothes. I pulled on my sweat pants and a hoodie. I glanced around my room, seeing the picture of me and Doll back when she was here. I walked over to the small picture on my dresser and picked it up. So many memories flooded through my mind as I gazed at the picture. I was happy back then. I put the picture down with a sigh. I couldn’t ever get her out of my mind. I walked out of my room and back into the living room. Jeremy was still unconscious so I flopped into my chair and turned on the TV, hoping the volume wasn’t too loud. He needed to rest. It looked like he had been beaten really badly. One question lingered in my mind as I flicked between channels. Who was doing this to him?

After a few minutes of switching through channels I just left it on some random channel. Some show about these magical girls was playing, so I really didn’t bother watching. I started to feel myself drift off. I remembered I hadn’t slept in a full 24 hours. As my eyes began to close I heard a small groan. My eyes snapped open and I turned to see where the sound was coming from. I saw Jeremy start to stir. I got out of my chair and walked over to the couch. I saw his amber eyes open.

Jeremy’s POV

The first thing I felt was a huge wave of pain coming from my body, but not as bad as when my dad had beat me. As I opened my eyes, I could tell I was somewhere different. My mind tried to process where I was. I raised my hand to hold my head as I mumbled.

“W-where am I?”  Then I heard a voice reply. The voice sounded like a mix of anger and relief.

“Well, look who decided to finally wake up.”