Beautiful Scars On Critical Veins

Mikey’s POV

The rest of the week went terrible as well. I failed a few tests, didn’t do half of my homework, got beat up every day, and felt like shit. When Gerard called, I forced being happy while talking to him. I told him school was going great, and couldn’t be any better. Lying to him felt so wrong, but I had no other choice. If I told him the truth, he would A) think I was a baby, B) tell Mom C) Make fun of me. So, I tried to believe that school was really that good, that way I wasn’t lying.

He tried to stay away from mentioning being gay, and stuff that would wreck our conversation. He did ask how Pete was, and I told him we didn’t hang out much because he had detention. Apparently, Frank told Gee that Pete didn’t have detention. Frank had it, and Pete wasn’t even mentioned, that’s why he didn’t get in trouble for not going. Again, he warned me about getting to close to Pete. Apparently, last year he was really close to this guy name Patrick, and when Pete started to date this girl Ashlee out of no where, he and Patrick stopped hanging out.

Pete wouldn’t drop me like that, would he? Thoughts began to run through my mind faster than I could comprehend them. I told Gee I had homework to do, which was a massive lie, but he didn’t need to know that, and hung up the phone. Going up to my room, I collapsed into my bed and cried.

It felt like crying was the only thing I did lately. That and run a blade over my skin. Those two things made me feel better in a way. I felt like I was slowly losing control of everything in my life. Things were slipping out of my reach, and all I could do was watch.


Pete went from practically being my shadow, to being nonexistent. He was late to class a lot, and if he wasn’t late, he wasn’t there. And if he was there, he was getting in trouble. As we drifted apart, I found knew ways to cope with things. One of them was a cigarette. I saw a guy smoking weed behind the gym, and when he saw that I saw him, he begged me not to tell.

I straight up told him, “give me a cigarette and I’ll keep quiet.”

He was shocked that I asked him for that and he gave it over and said, “I didn’t know you could smoke.”

I told him, “I don’t, and you are going to teach me.”

And teach me, he did. He also got me Ritalin. Let me tell you, when you need to stay up all night to study, since you are now failing two classes, it is very useful. When you want to sleep, not so much.

I had been away from Pete for a month, and I was already smoking and using stuff. Christmas was literally around the corner, and I was dreading Christmas dinner. Thanksgiving was stressful as hell. Not only did I have to get past my mother, I had to get past Gerard, and I knew Gerard was onto me a little bit.

I was in bed, during our many weeks off when Pete knocked on the door. Going downstairs, I found him on my porch in tears. He looked different he looked like a mess. I let him in.

“ My best friend Patrick was beaten really bad and is in the hospital. I went to go see him and it was bad, really bad. He didn’t deserve it. Some stupid prick started a fight and Patrick didn’t want to fight. The guy hit him until he was out cold, and then hit him until someone pulled him off. He has a tube helping him breathe, he’s in a coma so his body can heal. I’m so scared I’m going to lose him. I’ve known him since I was 8. I’m afraid to lose him Mikey. When we were 11, we promised each other that when we got married, we would be each other’s best man. I can’t lose him Mikes. I cant. I’m so scared.”

I honestly felt really bad for Patrick. From what Gee told me about him, he was really kind, and really polite. It was really awkward for me when Pete showed up. He had not said two words to me for like three weeks and then wham bam; he’s at my door crying. I tried to comfort him, but I didn’t know how.

I hugged him awkwardly and tried to be positive. He eventually cried himself to sleep in my bed. Covering him with my blankets, I went to sleep in Gerard’s room. Being in his room felt so wrong when he wasn’t around; and let me tell you, sleeping in his bed was even weirder.

The next morning he was gone, like had never been there. However, on the pillow lay a note that read,

“ Mikey,

Thank you for being a good friend. Thank you for letting me be a crying mess all over you, and falling asleep in your bed. I hope you have a happy holiday. Talk to you soon, Pete.”

Putting the note on my desk, I sat on my bed. The sheets smelt like Pete and I smiled. My eyes went the size of the moon when I realized what I had done.

I SMILED AT THE SMELL OF PETE IN MY BED. I SMILED. THAT’S NOT NORMAL.

The rest of the break was a blur. Gee came home, teased me about Pete, ate and went back to school for his classes. It was nice to see him. He looked healthier, skinnier, and happier.

When school started up again, Pete was distant at first, but then came around. For the most part, he never saw how bad the guys were to me, which was until a random Thursday. I had been shoved into a wall of lockers, where a guy then pinned me down and had his fist pulled back. He had already punched me in the stomach. Holding me up my by neck, he slapped me and called me names. Pete had walked down this hallway, rather than his normal one and saw. In one swift motion, he had pulled the guy away, which then caused him to drop me. I fell to the ground and smacked my head on the floor.

The pain was intense, and being able to breathe was something I would never take for granted again. Pete let go of the kid, and was then at my side. He had blood on his hands, and I couldn’t understand where it had come from. I tried to stand up but Pete told me to stay down. He pushed me down and said, “Mikey, stay down. If you have an injury to your neck or back, if you stand up, it could make it worse.”

I finally understood and complied. Apparently, someone called for the nurse as I was fading in and out of consciousness. She checked me out and said that it was best I go to the hospital immediately. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was Pete telling me everything was going to be okay, and that he wouldn’t leave.

Notes

hey guys! i meant to update earlier. oops? anywho! PROM was like kinda cool i guess. it was basic, and alright. they played the friends theme song and some stuff from the 90s and i like lived my dream for like those 5 minutes.

lots of love!

~Ash