I started sobbing. He couldn't be dead! I saw his chest slowly rise and lower, and I breathed a sigh of relief. he's okay I thought to myself. It's going to be fine. His eyes fluttered open all of a sudden and he gasped. I noticed that half of his head was bleeding very badly, and he looked very pale and fragile.
"Pete?" I asked cautiously, watching a frown form on his face.
"Who's Pete? Who are you?" he asked and I started to panic.
"It's mikey,you're Pete. Don't you remember?!" I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.
"Remember what? Who am I?! What am I doing here?!" His eyes were wide and he looked very scared. oh shit. He doesn't remember anything. ​With shaky hands, I tried to dial 999, and I had to re-dial the number 5 times, I was shaking that badly.
"H-hello ambulance please, I'm at Belleville high school and my friends badly hurt his head and he doesn't remember a thing." I cried into the phone, and after they had told me they'd get here as soon as possible I hung up, holding a very shaky Pete in my arms. People started walking towards the school, and already a small circle had gathered around us. But I didn't care about them. All I cared about was Pete.

Notes

YAY UPDATE. I'm in a bad mood because idk I was watching MCR interviews and I started to feel really emotional because I've never met them and aminbhfnfnkcjs. Also I fell off a chair and my whole body hurts. And my parents are making me eat. Wat. Also uh some fucking dick has ruined my day. He told me he cared about me... If he cared about me he wouldn't be the reason for me starting to self harm again after a month of being clean. Ugh.