five.
I remember when we first met Michael.
He was sixteen, I think.
He was this scared little boy that cowered every time he got near to something violent.
He was this boy who cried all the time when no one’s around.
He was this boy who’s completely shunned down by everything around him.
The day we met him was the day it all began. He had a puzzled look when we approached him that transformed into pure “what-the-fuck” when we started introducing ourselves.
“We’re your friends,” I’ve told him, holding out a hand to shake his. “Trust us.”
The day after, I started messing things around their house. I broke plates, picture frames, and anything that was important to his parents. Michael’s father was enraged, and he took all his anger out on Michael that day. I never took the blame—that’s how it’s always been.
Michael started avoiding us. He told us he didn’t want to be friends with us anymore.
He thought we left him.
But truth is, we never did.
Even if he didn’t see us, we were there. We were with him the entire time, and he didn’t even know it.
a/n:
luke u lil shit
but muke af man
kbye luv u -angelika
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all apologies ✧ hemmings (3)
Short Story❝find my nest of salt, everything is my fault. what else should i be? all apologies.❞ ✧ book three of the nevermind series ✧ © 2014 horizonless ✧ completed.
