Why Me?, chapter 1
I was sitting on my bed staring at the knife in my hands. Why does my life have to be so fucked up, why?. My parents dont give a shit about me, and my dad is a freaking alcoholic that almost killed me last week. I still have all the bruises from bieng thrown down the stairs. I was edging the blade closer and closer until there was a knock at my door.
"Michelle are you in there." said someone, my parents werent home so I had no clue who it was.
"Hold on." I said stuffing the knife out of sight.
I got up and opened the door, only to be pulled out of my room and into someones arms.
"MIKE!!!!!!!" I said. He was my best guy friend that had been out of town for three weeks to visit relatives.
"I am so happy to see you!!" I said still hugging him tightly.
"And I am so happy to see you and to be back home." he said.
He walked into my room, and sat next to my bed, on the floor.
"Wait, how did you get in here?" I asked
"Your front door was open." he said.
"Oh, so how was the trip?" I said nervously. I kept thinking,'what if he finds it what if he knew that i had just been holding a knife to my wrist?'
"It was alright I guess.Hey are you okay you dont look to good?" He said sounding concerned.
"What? I am fine, just fine.Do you want to go over to your house?" I said
"Sure, lets go." he said giving me a quick look that said 'whats wrong'.
We walked out of my house and headed down the street. On the way to his house we talked about what he did on his trip and who he met.When we had almost gotten his front door open Mike was tackled to the ground. I looked around quickly and laughed at what I saw. Billie Joe Armstrong another good friend of mine was lying on the ground hugging mike.
"Mikey, why didnt you come tell me you were home!!!!!!" said Billie
"Billie get the fuck off me, now!!!" said Mike.
They both stood up and Mike opened the door to his house.
-Mikes Point Of View-
Damn it Billie he just ruined my chances of bieng alone with Michelle. I wonder why she looks so sad?
-Normal point of view (Mine)-
We walked inside and went down to the basement. Billie took some joints out of his pocket and gave them to us. We spent the rest of the day getting high and having fun laughing at each other. Once we were finally over our highs, I told Mike I had to leave.It was getting late and my parents would be getting home soon. But in the back of my mind I kept thinking, what if he comes home drunk again(my dad) I cant take any more of the abuse.
"Want me to walk you home." asked mike
"Sure." I said
We walked back to my house, and since i had locked the door we had to climb up a tree to get to my open window.
"Well at least now I know how to get in here." said Mike
"Yeah, one mistake and you fall out of the tree, good luck." I told him
"So are you gonna tell me whats wrong now?" he asked me
I hesitated before stuttering out a few words.
"Mike things just aren't going to well for me and I-I tried to....."not bieng able to complete the sentence I looked over to the place i had stuffed the knife, and Mike got the hint.
He walked over there and picked up the knife. He looked at me with disbelief and I started crying. He went over to me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Its okay, dont cry." said Mike
"I'm so sorry Mike." I said wiping away my tears.
"But why why would you commit suicide." he asked
"Its just that my parents are really killing me now, and my dad, well you know how much he drinks. While you were gone he pushed me down the stairs and I got a concusion and a lot of bruises. Then theres school, my parents keep yelling at me for my grades slipping. And Jake keeps telling me things that, that make it hard for me to keep my self esteem up." I said. (Jake was a real nasty guy that hated me and my friends.)
"Dont listen to Jake he's an asshole, nothing he says is true and you know that."
Said mike.
He was about to say more when my door burst open revealing a drunk,(and when I say drunk i mean wasted) and for some reason angry dad.
"Oh shit." said Mike and me at the same time.
"Michelle are you in there." said someone, my parents werent home so I had no clue who it was.
"Hold on." I said stuffing the knife out of sight.
I got up and opened the door, only to be pulled out of my room and into someones arms.
"MIKE!!!!!!!" I said. He was my best guy friend that had been out of town for three weeks to visit relatives.
"I am so happy to see you!!" I said still hugging him tightly.
"And I am so happy to see you and to be back home." he said.
He walked into my room, and sat next to my bed, on the floor.
"Wait, how did you get in here?" I asked
"Your front door was open." he said.
"Oh, so how was the trip?" I said nervously. I kept thinking,'what if he finds it what if he knew that i had just been holding a knife to my wrist?'
"It was alright I guess.Hey are you okay you dont look to good?" He said sounding concerned.
"What? I am fine, just fine.Do you want to go over to your house?" I said
"Sure, lets go." he said giving me a quick look that said 'whats wrong'.
We walked out of my house and headed down the street. On the way to his house we talked about what he did on his trip and who he met.When we had almost gotten his front door open Mike was tackled to the ground. I looked around quickly and laughed at what I saw. Billie Joe Armstrong another good friend of mine was lying on the ground hugging mike.
"Mikey, why didnt you come tell me you were home!!!!!!" said Billie
"Billie get the fuck off me, now!!!" said Mike.
They both stood up and Mike opened the door to his house.
-Mikes Point Of View-
Damn it Billie he just ruined my chances of bieng alone with Michelle. I wonder why she looks so sad?
-Normal point of view (Mine)-
We walked inside and went down to the basement. Billie took some joints out of his pocket and gave them to us. We spent the rest of the day getting high and having fun laughing at each other. Once we were finally over our highs, I told Mike I had to leave.It was getting late and my parents would be getting home soon. But in the back of my mind I kept thinking, what if he comes home drunk again(my dad) I cant take any more of the abuse.
"Want me to walk you home." asked mike
"Sure." I said
We walked back to my house, and since i had locked the door we had to climb up a tree to get to my open window.
"Well at least now I know how to get in here." said Mike
"Yeah, one mistake and you fall out of the tree, good luck." I told him
"So are you gonna tell me whats wrong now?" he asked me
I hesitated before stuttering out a few words.
"Mike things just aren't going to well for me and I-I tried to....."not bieng able to complete the sentence I looked over to the place i had stuffed the knife, and Mike got the hint.
He walked over there and picked up the knife. He looked at me with disbelief and I started crying. He went over to me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Its okay, dont cry." said Mike
"I'm so sorry Mike." I said wiping away my tears.
"But why why would you commit suicide." he asked
"Its just that my parents are really killing me now, and my dad, well you know how much he drinks. While you were gone he pushed me down the stairs and I got a concusion and a lot of bruises. Then theres school, my parents keep yelling at me for my grades slipping. And Jake keeps telling me things that, that make it hard for me to keep my self esteem up." I said. (Jake was a real nasty guy that hated me and my friends.)
"Dont listen to Jake he's an asshole, nothing he says is true and you know that."
Said mike.
He was about to say more when my door burst open revealing a drunk,(and when I say drunk i mean wasted) and for some reason angry dad.
"Oh shit." said Mike and me at the same time.
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