~~~~~~Michael's POV~~~~~~~~~~~

"Get out of my way........loser." growled my only friend Jermey. I could only stare at him as he left me alone. 

I immediately felt tears brimming in my eyes. I didn't try to hold back the tears, it wouldn't have worked anyway. Jeremy, my only friend, called me a loser. So he clearly hated me. The crying gradually turned into a panic attack and I sat in the bathtub.

'Loser' I thought to myself ' You're just a fucking loser who doesn't deserve to live. No one wants you. You're just some worthless idiot who doesn't deserve to live. You should just go fucking die. No one would care, you stupid piece of trash. Why are you even here you loser. You should go jump out that window and die. Die loser. Die loser. Die loser. Loser loser loser loser!' 

Then I heard the screams. I open the door and saw fire eating the house. 'Well I guess that solves that problem' I  chuckled to myself as I closed the door and sat back in the bathtub. 

The room was gradually getting hotter and hotter until it felt like I was in a volcano. My vision was blurring and fading to black. I can faintly hear sirens in the background. 

" Michael we need to get you out out of here."  said a girl who was now in front of him. Suddenly my vision was cleared. What the fuck? Why does she know my name? Where did she come from? WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

Before I could say anything she had pulled me out of the bathtub and started dragging me through the house.

I saw that the girl was dressed completely in orange, had orange hair, and orange-tinged skin. 'Who is she? Donald Trump's skin color?' I jokingly think to myself

"Hey,  who are you?" I said to the mystery girl.

"Huh? Oh umm.... " she said clearly not expecting the question " The name is, uhhhh, my name is not important right now. The only thing that matters is that we get you out of this house and to safety."

 Huh, well that's suspicious 

We got to the living room when suddenly I couldn't see the orange girl anymore. Soon after, I got light-headed and my vision blurred. I fell to the ground.

Just when thought I was about to pass out and die, which for some reason didn't seem appealing anymore, several fireman appeared and carried me out of the house to an ambulance. 

Out of the corner of my eye I see the orange girl glaring at Jeremy from a distance. He was standing with some of his friends, not looking at either of us, and smiling.

As if on queue Jeremy turned his head and saw me being carried to the ambulance on a stretcher and his hand went over his mouth and eyes showed panic. He raced over.  I blacked out. 

~~~~~~~Jeremy's POV~~~~~~~~~~ 

I was just hanging out with my friends when I turn my head to see none other than Micheal on a stretcher being carried to an ambulance.

He was covered in burns and even bleeding in a few places where the fire burned through his skin.  I almost screamed.

I immediately run over to the paramedics. 

"Is Michael gonna be okay?!?!"

"To put it plainly, I don't know. He should have died from smoke inhalation already, but he's still alive." answered the paramedic "Now scram, we need to focus on, what did you say his name was? Michel? Miquel? Michael? Michael."

I went home immediately, but I felt like I was being watched the whole way.......

AN: Thanks for reading and Happy Easter.

April 1, 2018