Mike's P.O.V:

Flashback:

"CHUCK!" I yelled. The blonde looked up at me, his eyes, so bloodshot, they looked like they belonged to someone else. That 'staring into space look', completely foreign to me, "Chuck?" I asked again.

"I'm sorry..." Chuck said slowly, letting the computer cleaner slide out of his hands. My eyes widened as the bottle hit the ground. It was completely empty.

"Chuck..." I closed my eyes, "Why would you do something so stupid?"

Chuck looked away from me. By now, I could see the cuts he had made on his arms.

"DO YOU WANT TO DIE! IS THIS WHY YOU'RE DOING THIS!" I argued, before turning around and leaving the room. I wouldn't let anyone see me cry, not even Chuck.


It's sad really, I didn't know it would get this bad. But, it did. And, here I am, driving around Motorcity, trying to find Chuck before he potentially ends himself. Now, of course, this is not like Chuck. Frankly, I think this is all my fault. I don't know if it was because I had showed him up in what he was good at, or because, I had left him alone when he really needed someone.

Why had I not done something. He came to me, and poured his heart out about what was going on, and all I told him was that he was being stupid! What moron does that! I was shocked and everything, but come on, had I been in my right mind, I would have never let Chuck out of my sight again. Instead, I had gotten up and walked away. It wasn't until about 2am this morning, when Texas came to my and Chuck's shared room, which was now a wreck for some reason, and told me he was missing.

"We can't find him anywhere, and he won't answer any of our calls!" Dutch informed me as I ran to the garage.

I hopped in to Mutt, and was just about to pull out, when I found something taped to the dash bored. A note. I picked it up, and read it.

Mikey,

Look, dude, I'm really sorry about what I've done. Yes, it was stupid. But, I can't fix what's been done. That look on your face when you walked in, that killed me, more that the computer cleaner or cutting could have done. When you walked away, I never felt as lonely as I did then. Never. I know you probably hate me now. And, if you don't, please do, It'll make this a whole lot easier. Good bye. I'm sorry. Love,

Chuck

My heart literally stopped. Good bye? What was that supposed to mean? It didn't matter, at this point, I was thinking the worse. He was gonna kill himself. And if I didn't hurry, he might already be gone.

Chuck's P.O.V:

Flashback:

"I'M SORRY!" I screamed, throwing the empty bottle at the door, as Mike slammed it shut behind him.

I was angry now. Partly at Mike, of course I knew that getting high and cutting might kill me, duh. I had already messed up this much. I stood up, trying the clear my vision,but just getting frustrated, then trashing the room. When I got to the mirror that was hanging on the wall. I stared at my reflection for a while. Hell, it wasn't my reflection at all, it was just the face of a complete idiot. For a moment, I tried to find my self in that idiot's eyes. And you know what? I did find my own eyes staring back at me. In answer to Mikey's question, yes, very much I wanted to die. Is that why I was doing this, more than likely, yes.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU'RE SUCH A SCREW UP! YOU STUPID, STUPID IDIOT!" I screamed. Wow, I must be pretty high, I have to snicker at that. I'm yelling at my own reflection. I grab some razors and another bottle of computer cleaner.

"That's it." I laugh at my reflection, "I'm gonna kill ya, then I don't have to be tormented by you stupidity." I laugh as hard as I can, then leave the room, not even bothering to say good bye to myself.

End Flashback.

I'm laying on the ground I think, bleeding. I didn't know what I was doing at the time, but now that my high was over, I knew damn well what I did. I had cut myself too deep this time. I know, I meant to kill myself, but now that I could think straight, I realize how truly alone I felt, and how badly I wanted to make things right. Before, I had laughed at the thought of death, and now, I'm crying, wanting it to be over.

"I'm sorry." I try to get enough energy to hug myself, but I can't lift my arms. I'm already too far gone.

"I'm sorry!" I say again, wanting Mike to be there to hear it before I go.

"I...I'm...s...orr...y..." I try again, when an image flashes before me.

That look... That look that Mike had on his face, when he walked in on me getting high. That disappointed look. Like he had never been so angry with me, and yet, wanting to forgive me all at once. If the cutting wasn't gonna kill me first, then that look will. I try to close my eyes, and drift away, but before I can, I see a blinding light, then someone calls my name...