Catch me if I fall

Mikey's P.O.V
Dropping the phone, I collapsed to the ground, sobbing and screaming. I'm pretty sure he could hear me screaming too, but I didn't care. I went absolute bolistic. I punched my mirror and began swearing in both English and French (I didn't take french for nothing). My parents and Gerard busted through the door and heard me screaming along with my now bloody knuckles. They tried to pull me away from the mirror, from the pieces of broken glass but I fought them, kicking and screaming. I swore in every language I knew, I must have looked like I was possessed. They then stopped fighting me and let me go and I dashed to the corner and screamed to the top of my lungs. I was shaking; even worse than when I was at the hospital. They told me to calm down; asked me what was wrong. But I just screamed. This is real. It happened. My worst fucking nightmare came true. 'This cant be happening, this can't be happening' I repeated in my mind.' This isn't real, this is a sick fucking joke. She's still alive; breathing. She's okay.'

I gripped my hair, tears rushing down my face and my body shaking. It literally felt like my heart exploded right inside of my chest. I had stopped screaming and then all was quiet except for my crying then. Then you could faintly hear mumbling from my phone. My mother picked up the phone and began to speak with the doctor. I quickly covered my ears to keep from hearing him repeat what was said before. I looked at my mum with blurred vision because of the tears. Her face immediately dropped and she began sobbing as well. She ended the call and sat down on my bed my dad hugging her and asking her about what happened. Gerard looked completely lost. He came to the corner where I was and asked,
"What happened?!"
I sobbed something out that sounded much like 'ned sad she padded'.
"What?!" He said.
I lost it and screamed,
"THEY SAID THEY HAVE TO PRONOUNCE HER DEAD!! YOU GET IT!? D-E-A-D! DEAD!"
He went cold turkey then. He fell to his knees and his shoulders began to shake fiercely; he was crying. Soon we were all just crying in my room. What now? What else can we do?

I actually cried until I fell asleep. I knew this because when I opened my eyes I saw bandages over my knuckles and everyone was out of my room. I looked at the time. 12:28 A.M. I'm guessing everyone was asleep because the whole house was silent. I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Then I changed into my pajamas pants. As I was changing, I looked at my legs. Fury then coursed through me.

'You fuckin' faggot! You killed her god damn it! You see what your worthless ass did?!' My mind screamed to me. 'You had ONE job you loser! You can't even keep a girl at your house for a day without her getting in a coma or DYING!!'
I ran out of the bathroom in just boxers to where I smashed the mirror earlier and saw that my mum picked up most of the glass pieces. But not all of them. I found a long, sharp piece wedged between the door and the wall. I rushed back to the bathroom, locking the door. Sitting on the cold floor, I began to slice my legs to shit. From the top of my knees all the way to the top of my thighs were bloody and burning. I moved to my ankles. They had multiple cuts on them. I opened the cabinet and took out needles I hid there. I took out the longest one there and ripped every cut open and lodged the needle in deeper.

'MURDER!! BLOODY FUCKING MURDER!!' The little voice in my head chanted.

After ten minutes, I finally stopped. I washed away all the blood and tears and went to bed, thinking of how I lost my friend today.
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*Le Timelapse*
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I woke up feeling numb when my alarm clock went off. Uhhhhgggggg. School. I got up and went to the bathroom. I was actually kinda scared to go in. Just last night I was tearing myself to shreads in there. I took off the bandages, got undressed and got in. The water came out immediately hot and I howled in pain because of my legs and my knuckles. My mum came in and asked if I was okay. I told her I was and she left. Examining the cuts on my legs, I noticed that they had opened up again. Great. Now I can't get out until they stop bleeding. Once they did, I got out, got dressed and cleansed my wounds and wrapped them up. As I walked downstairs, my mum said I didn't have to go to school. Instead, we had to go to the hospital. Shit. Apparently her dad didn't answer the phone so we have to go and sort stuff out for,erm, her... funeral. At least until her dad calls back. I sighed an 'Okay' and got my usual cup of coffee. I sat down on the couch hoping this was still all fake.

Notes

Please don't be pissed at me •-•
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