Mike's Drunken Gamble, chapter 3

Mike went ot the shrink.

He went into the woman's office.

"Oh hello Mike, I'm ms. Gold."
"Hello," said Mike.
"Now Mike, I heard what happened to you,"
"Ya did?
"Yes, and what you did was very brave,"
"Thanks," said Mike, blushing a bit

After what seemed like forever. Mike got out, Billie Joe was waiting outside.
"How did it go?"
"Fine," said Mike getting into the car.
"Okaaaaaaaaay," said Billie Joe as drove Mike home.

At Mike's house...

Mike went staright to the bathroom.

Took a piss, washed his hands and stopped by a mirror.

He took of his shirt.

He looked at his frail and scarred body, he hasn't gained any weight since the 'incident' as now calls it, he sighed deeply.

He opened up the bathroom cupborad, and took out a razor balde.
"Maybe I should die," he said to himself, he had a look in his ey that said one thing:

fear.
Mike took the razor blade to his arm, blood spilled eveywhere, Mike cried out in pain, his daughter cam running in and saw her father.

Blood sprayed her.
She screamed.
Mike backed away till his head hit the wall, he could not belive what his daughter had just seen.

"Like the girl and me in the camp," Mike thought as he passed out