Welcome to the... Asylum?

Chapter 19

**AUTHOR'S NOTE**

I am no longer writing this with firewithin sadly. It would take us far too long to get in touch, write, edit, and post new chapters; therefore I found it best for the story, and for you guys, to continue to write this on my own. I wish her the best with her stories and hope she'll still contact me and let me know what she thinks

Onto the chapter!

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Jamie's POV

I knocked on Mikey's door and waited. Once he opened it… he just stared at me. "Can I come in?" I

sort of whispered. He looked me up and down before stepping aside and letting me in. I walked in and sat on the edge of his bed.

"What's up?" He closed the door and curled up on his bed again with the comic book that had been

laying in his spot.

I played with my sleeves and didn't say anything. We probably sat there silently for a good fifteen

minutes. "Did you just miss my company? 'Cause this isn't really exciting."

"Sorry." I pulled my knees closer to my chest and I saw Mikey lower his comic book to look at me. I

stared down at my hands again and felt my face heat up; I didn't like being stared at.

"Alright." Mikey threw his comic book onto his night stand and scooted next to me. He pulled me

into his side and talked into my hair. "What's going on?"

"I need medicine now, Mikey." I curled into myself some more and he hugged me tighter. "I don't

know what-" Mikey kissed me, interrupting my sentence. "Mikey-" I blushed when he started kissing down my neck. "Mikey what-" I stopped talking and blushed more when he started leaving a hickie on my neck. "Mikey." I pushed him off and scooted away a little. "Mikey I'm scared and I don't know what's going on with me."

He frowned and pulled me closer as he spoke. "I was just trying to make you feel better."

"That's not gonna help me, Mikey." I curled into him again and sighed.

"Oh really?" He kissed me again and I made a sound of frustration. He kissed me a few more times

before I smacked him on the back of the head.

"Why are you so fucking horny?" He smiled guilty and opened his mouth to speak. "Actually, I don't

want to know." I got up from his bed and grabbed my board off his desk.

"Jamie." I looked at him and he looked like he was back to normal. "What's going on?"

I looked down and shuffled my feet. "I don't know. I'm stressing out and I can't talk about it." He

frowned and I saw slight anger burn in his eyes. "Mikey… I can't, I'm sorry."

"Why did you come in here then?" Anger leaked from his voice. I frowned and left the room. I just

wanted him to make me feel better, to make me forget about it, but I guess I didn't really give him the chance to do that, I pushed him away when he did actually.

I started rubbing my burned arm through the sleeve again and it started to sting. "Stop… Stop you

need to stop." I whispered to myself and I started to cry when I couldn't.