Hey so I started listening to Be More Chill pretty recently and it is amazing. My favorite character is Michael, and song is Michael in the Bathroom. So I decided to do a short story on a ending where Jeremy doesn't leave Michael alone. I hope you enjoy. *Note: I don't know how to write panic attacks, so I'm trying my best here.*

Disclaimer: I do not own BMC, Michael, Jeremy, anything. I wish though...


"No seriously! My friend who plays League of Legends, his brother went crazy with the SQUIP! He's at a mental hospital right now!" I yelled at my best friend, trying to convince him how dangerous this was.

He just crossed his arms and shrugged. "Trust me, I'll handle it. It's just a computer, I can beat-" I waved my hands in front of me and shook my head.

"No, no, no! You don't get it!" I grabbed his shoulders, and stare at him, breathing heavily. I can't let this happen to him. I quiet down a little bit, before continuing. "He went crazy trying to take it out."

I see a flash of realization in his eyes, before they hardened and he shrugged off my hands. He stepped closer till our faces were just inches away. "That's no problem, then, because I don't want to take it out."

I was shocked. "But, if you-"

"I see what this is," Jeremy said angrily, cutting me off. "You're jealous. You're jealous of me, because I have a SQUIP and you don't!" He accused, leaving me speechless. He turned away, heading for the door. I had to stop this. I ran up in front of Jeremy, holding my ground.

Jeremy froze, his mouth turning into an ugly scowl. He held a hand out and pushed me backward. "Get out of my way," he growled, looking more angry than I've ever seen him before. "Loser." He spit out that last word and pushed past me, opening the door and walking out of the bathroom.

I was frozen in my spot. I'd been called loser plenty of times before. But never by my best friend. Jeremy was the person who had gotten me through middle school. He'd been the one to help me through my toughest moments.

Oh god, it's happening again. I breathed heavily, trying to catch my breath, but it kept running away from me. Jeremy knew I had panic attacks, he was always the one there to help me through it. I sucked in a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds, and exhaling for a few more seconds.

Normally that worked when Jeremy was around, but tears pricked my eyes and it came on harder then ever. My heart started thudding in my chest and I became extremely dizzy. I pitched forward, barely catching myself on the wall. I turned till my back was pressed against the wall, slid down to the floor, breaths coming in gasps as the pounding in my head increased. I needed to distract myself.

I hummed quietly as I turned to the sink. There was some green gunk in the corner, and I picked at it with the edge of my thumbnail. I tried to keep quiet, but the sobs kept coming. This isn't working! That didn't help either so I stood up, pacing across the bathroom floor.

I run my hands through my hair, tugging, trying to feel something. I pace back and forth, my hands tangled in my hair as I'm choking back tears threatening to fall. I look at the mirror, seeing a tear-streaked face staring back.

"I'll wait for as long as I need, until my face is dry," I talk to myself, showing disgust for that crying face in the mirror. "Or I'll just blame it on weed or something in my eye."

"Stop crying, loser."

"He left because you couldn't get a grip."

"You're worthless, pathetic."

The voices in my head scream louder. I pressed my hands over my ears, trying to block them out, even though I know that won't help. I sit down and lean against the bathtub, curling inward until my head is pressed against my knees.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Someone bangs on the door, wanting to come in. I feel a little relieved, they're going to start shouting soon. Someone must be looking for me. "Oh heck yeah, I'll be out soon," I reassure myself.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The banging is more frantic now, not helping at all. It matches the pounding in my head, making the noise unbearable. I press against my ears harder, wishing I had brought ear plugs.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I think about Jeremy and how he left me alone, all alone in this bathroom. Keeping one hand over my ear, I use the other to push up from the bathtub wall, standing up.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I pull off my glasses and wipe my eyes, trying to clear them up so I can see. I barely hear the music and shouts through the door from over the knocking. I take a careful step towards the door-

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG

The pounding doubles in volume and my knee buckles, overwhelmed.

BANG BANG BANG

I feel the pressure blowing up in me. I should've never showed up.

SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH

I run to the sink, twisting the faucet, splashing water onto my face, not caring that I still have my glasses on. I quickly wipe them and my face dry, hoping that it didn't look like I was crying. I take a deep breath and step towards the door ready to open it, when I realize, I don't hear knocking anymore.

It feels like a hit to the chest, and I stumble back in front of the mirror. I stare at that face again, the voices slowly growing louder again as my chest builds up more pressure. I look in the mirror, and my present is clear, there is no changing anything.

I throw my hands up as the tears fall, smacking the mirror, hard. My palms sting, but I stand, staring into my own, pathetic face, crying.

"Is there a sadder sight than, Michael in the bathroom," I sing quietly to myself. I pull my hands back and go back into my hair, pulling and tugging.

"This is a heinous night," I say to myself, louder. The louder the voices in my head, the louder I scream. I wish I had never come, I wish this had never happen, I wish, I wish, I wish.

"I wish I stayed at home watching cable," I shout to no one, not caring who hears me.

I hit the door with my fist and press my forehead up against it. "Or wish I offed myself instead wish I was never born!" I scream.

I run back to the middle of the bathroom, not going to stop, never going to stop.

"I'm just Michael who's a loner, who must be a stoner."

"Rides a PT cruiser, God he's such a loser!" I scream, my glasses, falling off my face and hitting the floor. The voices in my head mix with my own words, creating insults and words that would've never come to my head if Jeremy hadn't called me a loser!

"Michael flying solo, who you think that you know, Michael in the bathroom by himself, all by himself." I pick my glasses off the floor and sink against the bathtub, burying my face in my hands.

"Awesome party, I'm so glad I came," I sob.


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