A Taste For Suicidal, chapter 4
He closed the door, a look of great discontent on his normally cheery face as he walked back to the love seat. I felt stupid. It was Mike. How could we ask him to lie to his best friend about something so serious? I couldn't believe we had just put him through that.
"Mike." I said, crawling out from under a coffee table.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"Oh, no. I want to. It's just...Nevermind." he sighed.
I sat next to him and Frank sat down on the couch again.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing." he replied.
"Don't lie Mike." I said.
"It's just that when I was doing this, I didn't have people who worried about me. I cut myself and nobody knew. I ran away from home and nobody cared. I almost committed suicide and nobody found out, because nobody bothered to find out what I was going through. Now you guys have your parents and siblings...I just don't get it."
"Are you sulking or what?"
"No, no, not at all. I'm puzzeld as to why your running away from people who will take the time to listen to you."
Frankito scuffed.
"For as long as you've known our fathers, Mike, I'm suprised you don't know how un-involved they are in our lives!" he shouted.
"They're involved."
"Sure, they do the occasional 'How is school? Like any girls? What about your sports team?', but that's about it. They're too involved in that stupid new album."
It fell silent. Mike was obviously pondering what we had presented to him, our reasons for staying under his roof for as long as it took. I was starting to feel like he would turn us away. Perhaps the pressure would be too much for him...
"...You guys...I can't do this. Now I can let you stay here for like, a few days maybe, but you aren't staying any longer. Just until everyone cools off." he told us.
I looked over at Frank. He had an expression across his face that I was sure was across my own as well. It was a lost look, one that I hadn't seen too many times before then. I knew exactly what he was thinking...
Would that be enough time? How would we know things wouldn't go back to what they used to be? Could we survive if they did? I worried. I didn't like the normal way...Truth be told, it wasn't normal at all, and at that point there was little hope for our rescue.
"Mike." I said, crawling out from under a coffee table.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"Oh, no. I want to. It's just...Nevermind." he sighed.
I sat next to him and Frank sat down on the couch again.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing." he replied.
"Don't lie Mike." I said.
"It's just that when I was doing this, I didn't have people who worried about me. I cut myself and nobody knew. I ran away from home and nobody cared. I almost committed suicide and nobody found out, because nobody bothered to find out what I was going through. Now you guys have your parents and siblings...I just don't get it."
"Are you sulking or what?"
"No, no, not at all. I'm puzzeld as to why your running away from people who will take the time to listen to you."
Frankito scuffed.
"For as long as you've known our fathers, Mike, I'm suprised you don't know how un-involved they are in our lives!" he shouted.
"They're involved."
"Sure, they do the occasional 'How is school? Like any girls? What about your sports team?', but that's about it. They're too involved in that stupid new album."
It fell silent. Mike was obviously pondering what we had presented to him, our reasons for staying under his roof for as long as it took. I was starting to feel like he would turn us away. Perhaps the pressure would be too much for him...
"...You guys...I can't do this. Now I can let you stay here for like, a few days maybe, but you aren't staying any longer. Just until everyone cools off." he told us.
I looked over at Frank. He had an expression across his face that I was sure was across my own as well. It was a lost look, one that I hadn't seen too many times before then. I knew exactly what he was thinking...
Would that be enough time? How would we know things wouldn't go back to what they used to be? Could we survive if they did? I worried. I didn't like the normal way...Truth be told, it wasn't normal at all, and at that point there was little hope for our rescue.
