Jilted generation

Me and Quinn sat on the wall outside school. Watching the flow of tired school kids leak from the school and out onto the streets at the end of the day. We were still smiling. I was still smiling. Despite the fact that my insides felt like they were being twisted into unnatural positions inside my own body. I winced at the pain, but kept smiling at Quinn, her deep brown eyes helping me to forget about it. And her comforting smile also helped to take my mind from the head ache that was rattling around my head. Making me feel light headed and like I wasn't in my own body. Like I'd stolen it from someone else. If that's even possible. She put her arm around me and rested her head on my bony shoulder.

"Mikes. You are getting better right?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah.." I replied, unsure of the 'truth', "I'm trying my best..."
"Okay..." She turned to me smiling.
"I'll try my best for you Quinn."
"For me?"
"For you and Gerard and my mum and dad. I'll try my best to get better. It'll just take time, okay?"
"But I want to see you well now, Mikey! I hate seeing you in so much pain. I hate seeing you like this. It scares me! okay?! It shocks me Mikes, how you can be so fragile and skinny and still be alive and breathing!"
"I'm not skinny!" I replied, my voice raising. I saw the smile slip from her face as she lifted her head from my shoulder. Now those eyes looked deadly. They looked annoyed as she stared deep into mine. I glanced away, realising that I'd almost shouted at my only friend. "S-Sorry...." I mumbled.

My vision blurred. At first I thought that it was my glasses so I took them off and tried to clean them on my shirt but my hands were shaking too much. Quinn saw my trembling hands and took them from me. Wiping them and placing them gently onto my face.
"Any better?" She asked, her black hair creeping from behind her ear. She threaded it back over looking at me with a worried expression written into her face.
"Yeah. Fine." I lied.

The world began to swim in front of my eyes. Nothing seemed to have an outline any more. People merged into people. The people blended into the path. Then into the sky.
"You'll be able to take care of yourself, won't you Mikey?" She asked, but her words reached my ears as just meaningless noises. I nodded my head anyway. I then tried to focus my gaze on one thing and that was my feet. I tried to keep them still. To stop them from moving and drifting infront of my eyes. To try and stop them from disappearing into the ground.

"You sure? If you had to be by yourself?" She whispered, leaning towards me. I didn't really hear. I was too busy losing the feeling in my feet. And all of a sudden my legs felt like they didn't belong to me.
"There's something I need to tell you. I should have said befor......"
She stopped, raising my head from the ground to peer at my hollow pale face. And I saw her face too. So perfect. But painted with worry and sadness. And that last bit was all me. All my fault. I saw her image fade in front of my eyes as I tipped back over the wall into the dark.

Notes

Hi. It's me again. Back with another crappy short chapter. :) hope you are all doing good. Thanks for reading even though I am absolutely terrible with uploading chapters regularly. Hope this was okay. :) Xx