tw: blood

Michael cleaned himself up, plopping down on his bed, prepared to fall asleep. He didn't check his phone even though he assumed there'd be messages from Jeremy, he didn't want to talk to anyone right now. As if the universe was against him, there was a knock at his bedroom door. He sighed, almost certain it was Jeremy, before saying, "Come in!"

-

Jeremy paced back and forth in his room, waiting for a response from Michael. After a solid twenty minutes of pacing, a notification could be heard on his phone from across the room.

Jeremy practically dived across the room, flooded with a wave of relief. He didn't even need to read the name of the sender, pretty sure it was Michael, which it was.

All of the color drained from Jeremy's face when he read the message.

Player 1: Oh Jeremy, did you really think I forgave you that easily? How pathetic. Dare I say those months without you were the best of my life? I guess that blissful time ended, I want you out of my life, for good now.

Jeremy thought back to a few hours ago, he could almost make out the comforting warmth of Michael's hug. He could definitely remember the way Michael's eyes sparkled when he looked at Jeremy, just hours before the message. Something didn't quite add up.

-

Michael was greeted by a familiar yet unpleasant smile as the person came in. Wincing when he realized who it was, the figure walked towards him.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Michael Mell," the girl stepped into the light, her face illuminated whilst she giggled slightly at the rhyme. "I heard that you were quick to forgive your little boy toy, weren't you?" Christine chuckled, "Really? after he abandoned you twice? Are you just that desperate?" Michael shrugged, visibly shaking a lot.

"You know, I'm still mad Jeremy broke up with me. Sure, I cheated, but who cares? I managed to keep him away from you," Christine spat.

The girl's demeanor changed in an instant as she forcefully said, "Give me your phone." He hesitantly handed the girl her phone as she typed something, deleted the message, and blocked Jeremy without Michael knowing.

"Alrighty, I'm done, bye!" Christine stepped towards the door. Michael was just thankful Christine didn't harm him this time. "Thank god," He mumbled under his breath.

"Sad to see me go, huh? I guess I can stay a little bit longer," Christine said, reaching into her purse and grabbing some rope. She knew Girl Scouts would pay off eventually, despite her complaints of hating it as a child. She pulled back Michael's sheets and tied his ankles together a little bit too tightly to prevent him from running.

Michael let out an audible gasp as Christine pulled the next item from her purse, a pocket knife. He screamed, to no avail. "What, were you expecting your parents to come for you? I thought you realized that they didn't care a long time ago. Michael hated to admit it, but she was right.

"As for the screaming, lets address that. Christine opened the knife, lightly tracing it across Michael's jawline, making him shiver. He knew she was crazy from when she first sent him the message, now he realized how psychotic she truly was.

Christine lifted up Michael's shirt, carefully carving a couple of lines into his chest, his side, and his stomach, not deep enough where he'd need stitches, but deep enough for a lot of bleeding.

Michael yelped in pain, tears streaming down his face, practically paralyzed in fear. "Oops, cleaning your sheets later will be fun," Christine joked whilst pulling his bedspread back over him. "That's all," she said sweetly. "Have a good night!"

-

After pacing some more when he read the texts, Jeremy realized Michael could either be in danger, or he could sincerely hate Jeremy. While he felt the latter was also true, Jeremy decided to go to Michael's house to be safe.

He sprinted down the street, out of breath. He was in his pajamas, considering it was the middle of the night. He ran up to Michael's room to see the boy seemingly sleeping peacefully, which confused Jeremy.

Michael was also sweating profusely, so Jeremy pulled back his comforter. Jeremy shrieked as he saw the blood seeping through his sheets.

Jeremy pulled out his phone, dialing 911. "H-hi I went over to my... uh boyfriend's house an-and he's bleeding... a lot. Jeremy hoped the boyfriend card would allow him to stay with Michael if he needed to go to the hospital. He looked away from Michael, unable to look at the blood anymore, but not before he saw a black hair on Michael's bed. Jeremy clenched his fist, keeping his mouth shut about Christine. He almost didn't hear what the operator said. "Is he breathing?" Jeremy resisted the urge to smack himself for not checking his friend's pulse sooner.

He reached over to the boy and put his hand on Michael's heart, not wanting to touch the fresh blood. Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief as he felt a faint, yet steady pulse. "Yes, he is breathing, but I think he's unconscious" After that, Jeremy gave the operator Michael's address and sat on a chair, keeping track of Michael's breathing. Thankfully, the sound of sirens interrupted Jeremy's train of thought, which was admittedly about why Christine would do such a thing. He went to open the front door and led the paramedics and the police officer to Michael's room.

The paramedics lifted Michael on to a stretcher, noticing that his circulation was being cut off by the ropes Jeremy failed to notice. As Michael was being lifted into the ambulance, the policeman asked Jeremy, "Do you know what happened?" Jeremy hesitated. "I don't know exactly what happened or why it did, but I have a pretty good idea of who did it. He gave some information to the officer, before getting in the ambulance, gripping Michael's hand tightly.

"It should've been me," Jeremy whispered to himself.

A/N: Oops, sorry.