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Get out of my way Michael : say it
Bu- but he's gonna be hurt...
If this is going to work you can't listen you have to obey Jeremy, we've been over this.
But h-he, he's my friend.
Wuld your friend want to stop you from being popular?
That's not what he's trying to do!
If you can't do this I'll do it.
What's happening, I ca-can't speak.
" GEt OuT of mY way l o s e r."
No! What's happening, this isn't me, Michael don't listen to him! Don't listen to me! Michael don't go, that's not true! stop! Why are my words not coming out! Stop! Stop! This isn't what I want!
Here You said it. Now what you're gonna do is...
No! I'm not listening to you anymore! Get out of my head! You've hurt Michael, why are doing this to me?!
I'm doing this because I have to, because it's what YOU want, You've hurt Michael because You wanted to.
No! That's not true shut up! Shut up!!!
Feeling the tears form in the corner of his eyes Jeremy grabbed the bottle of Votka and drank what's left of it.
You can try but it's not going to work for long, I'm here, I'm part of you, you're never gonna get riridd off mmee...
He's gone, I can't hear him. He's no-not...Why is the room shaking. Outside, I need to go outside. It's coming up, crap. Feeling the empty stomach after everything that was previously in there, put on side of the road. My head's starting to hurt, everything feels fuzzy, shaky, darker and darker...
"Ughhhhhh"
"Dude you okay?" Huh? Where am I? It's dark, What time is it? Who's taking to me? "You passed out after throwing up on the sidewalk of Jakes house, you're at my place" I look at Rich handing me a glass of water.
"I think you got hurt after falling to the ground. When I was changing your shirt, because your had barf all over it. I saw a huge bruise on your side, maybe we should go to the hospital to see if you broke something" My stomach sank and the glass broke up in my hand. "Dude!!!! The glass, is your hand okay?!!" Said Rich grabbing my bloddy hand taking pieces of glass out of it.
Hello Jeremy.
No.
Yes.
Why are you back?!!
Well it seems you need some help with the situation. I don't need your help!
What are you gonna say to him? The bruise, the cup... I-I...
" Thanks, Rich I don't need to go to-" Sharp pain in my head stopped me. "Owwwww".
"Wait here Jeremy, I'm going to get the first aid kit!" Rich ran to the other room. I'm not listening to you anymore!
You have no choice.
I boal my fists now for the first time remembering that it got hurt, at first flinching and opening it again, I notice something.
-ugh
I see the pain in squips' face. Did-did I do that? With my other hand I touch the spot where my hand got cut. Here is it again- I see the glich of pain on the squip. This hasen't happend before. When He beat me, or when I got hurt Squip would usually dissapear.
Rich came in the room with first aid.
"Jeremy, does anything else hurt?" he said carefully treating my hand. "M-my head." Jeremy said weakly. "It's probably because you drank so much, we can drop by a pharmacy on the way to school"
"What time is it?"
"It's around 5 in the morning, you can sleep a litlle longer" He said getting in his bed which I only now realise I'm in. "Try to get a little more sleep nerd, the cercles around your eyes aren't suiting you"
He fell asleep.
6:23 My eyes open. My chest's hurting. Sharp breaths excaping my mouth. Panic and nosia hit. I look around, Rich holding my hand. I'm calming down. Lay down again, and fall asleep.
I woke up to Rich patting me on the head saying "we have to go to school"
Only now I look at his hand more closely. If you really look you can see scars. They're old but you can still see them. I'm not crazy enough to ask but I can see it. "C'mon we gotta go or we're gonna be late" I guess he's not that bad.
I stand before the classroom, anxious to go in knowing that Michael is going to be there first hour. I turn the knob going over to my seat-