●°•~Boyf Riends Oneshots~•°● (ON HOLD)

It's NOT okay. (Part 2)

Go read part 1 binch
Depressing shit incoming.
Tw: Suicide attempt, mentions of abuse and self harm
I thought some messed-up shit would be nice after my Kleinsen oneshot

°•●○Jeremy's P.O.V.○●•°

I screamed.
I screamed so loud.
I screamed so loud when I walked into Michael's bedroom and I rushed out.

I heard the door open.

I knew it was his dad.. that came in.. and did something wrong.

"What did you do to him?!" I demanded, tears in my eyes as I ran down the stairs.

"I did nothing he didn't deserve."

"OH REALLY?! SO HE DESERVED TO START CRYING? TO CUT?! TO FUCKING HANG HIMSELF?!" I yelled.

"I-- what?" His father asked.

I led him to Michael's room.. I didn't want to look again.

A chair on the ground, him hanging from the ceiling, blood dripping from his wrist.

I sobbed.

"Michael.." I whispered..

I took down the noose and held his lifeless body.

"You did this to him. HE DID THIS BECAUSE OF YOU!!" I yelled at his father.

"My Player 1.." I sobbed.

I pushed hair away from his face and kissed him.

Then I felt something.

A bit of hope. Inside his chest.

A faint.. yet still existing.. heartbeat. I gasped.

"Michael!!" I yelled, wiping tears from my eyes.

It was a miracle.

He started coughing.

"Michael!! Michael, are you there?!"

He opened his eyes. 

I started sobbing, this time out of happiness.

"Michael.. Michael, I was so scared..."

"J-Jer..."

"Shh.. Mikey, don't speak.. you might hurt your vocal cords."

He nodded.

"I was so scared, Mikey.. you scared me so bad.." I was so sad that he had done that yet so happy that he was okay.

His father looked over at us, making Michael clutch my jacket. He kept a death grip on it as his father set his hand on my shoulder.

"Take care of my son. You love him, that much is plain. So take care of him."

I nodded as Michael's grip on my jacket loosened.

He snuggled into me.

"I'm sorry, Michael. I'm sorry that I've never accepted you." His father said.

Michael shrugged. "It's okay. And thanks for finally calling me Michael. I know you didn't like the whole.. transgender thing."

"You're welcome. If I only knew, Michael. How many times have you cut? Are the bruises from me too bad?"

I grabbed onto Michael.

"Bruises?" I asked.

"It's in the past, Jer-Bear. I'll be okay."

I nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Whatever you say, Player 1."