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Ok guys this chapter will be in 5's POV and I was too lazy to do anything but skip to the hospital.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 11 I'm Sorry~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
5/Michael's POV
'All I can do is stare at him…God I'm useless.' I thought as I sat there in the bleach white hospital room. I stared down at James's still body quietly. He hadn't woken up since I found him in his room, covered in blood. I swallowed hard at the thought.
I had been walking down the street toward my house when my phone rang. I answered it but heard the phone drop on the other side. I had checked the caller ID and decided to go see what James needed, if he actually needed anything, after calling and receiving no answer. When I got to his apartment the door was unlocked and when I went in to check on him…I found him on the floor drawing in his own blood all over the room. I tried to make him stop but…I couldn't, it was like he was in some sort of trance. After he came out of it I finally called 911 and that's how I ended up here.
I looked at his arms and stared intently at the stitches that had been put in only an hour or two before. "James…" I whispered 'why did you do that? What happened?' I wondered looking at the others pale face. I just now noticed how pale and sickly James looks, especially now, lying here in a hospital bed. I watched as the others chest rose and fell slowly with each breath.
The more I looked at James the harder it was for me to believe that I hadn't noticed something was wrong sooner. James was always pale, thin, easily (and not to mention constantly) bullied, always had a bottle or two of pills, and I honestly didn't know anything about his home life. Now that I think about, logically he seemed to be the stereotype for this kind of…thing, cutting, suicide, whatever you choose to call it, but even though the rational part of my mind thought these things, that he was crazy and suicidal, the human, the kinder, side of me told me otherwise, it told my that he wasn't like that, that he was smart and that I needed to hear what was happening to him from him.
But, at least, for now I'll have to wait until he wakes up and tells me himself, even though I might not understand, I'll try my hardest. It was weird, when James spoke, which he rarely did, he'd be pretty hard to understand, I couldn't understand what he meant most of the time, but at the same time I did. It was all so confusing.
I sighed and stared back at James's face, he looked so peaceful when he slept, unlike when he was awake. Whenever James was around he would constantly look around, as if to see if someone was watching him, but for all I know the boy was paranoid. 'I know so little about him…I have learn more about him, even if I'm-' I stopped thinking at that moment '…was I…was I about to say scared? But, I'm not scared of him.' I stated in my mind. It was true what had happened scared me, what happened to him scared me, but he himself didn't scare me in the least. I could never be scared of James, which was weird when you consider all that's happened.
'The thought of James covered in all that blood…I wasn't scared of him I was scared for him, like I am now. All I can do is stare at him, right now I'm useless.' One of my hands gripped down tightly on the fabric of my pants while the other reached up, grabbing my messy brown hair tightly. I looked down at myself, feeling sick at what I saw. His blood was still on me. I swallowed hard trying to forget, but I couldn't. I felt the tears burning in my eyes, but I felt too weak to try and stop them. I felt broken as the tears seeped there way out and slid down my cheek. The warm trail of tears continued for what felt like an eternity before I felt a hand on mine.
I looked up to see that the hand belonged to James. My eye grew wide as I stared at him. "James" I whispered. He just looked at me with wide concerned eyes.
"Why?" he asked putting the hand to my cheek touching one of the falling tears. He wiped as few away before speaking again. "Why?" it was the same question that I still had yet to answer. I looked away not answering but I still felt his eyes on me. The tears continued to fall but I didn't even notice. Suddenly I felt arms wrap around me.
"James what are you? Uh! You should be laying down!" I tried to get him off but he only held on tighter, his head pressing into my chest. "Come on James you're hurt! You need to lay down now!" i said trying more desperatly to push him down.
"Sorry." He whispered his voice almost inaudible.
"James?" I stopped and waited for more, I didn't understand what he was talking about.
"I-I d-didn't mean to." He said pulling his head away to look at me, but his arms stayed around me. His sad regret filled eyes stared at me.
"James don't-" I didn't even know what I was saying don't to.
"I-I'm sorry i-it h-happens a-a lot, a-and I-I-I didn't-" he said looking down at the cuts on his wrists.
"What do you mean it happens a lot?" I asked my voice panicky. 'No, he couldn't mean...no! That couldn't happen alot!' i thought as my mind thought about this.
"I-I can't explain, b-but you you don't need t-to worry, p-promise! Please, d-don't hate…me." His panicked voice became quiet and he looked away from me. "Please, don't hate me."
I stared at him in disbelief 'Hate him? What? Why in God's name would i ever hate him?' i stared at him for a moment before replying. "James why would I hate you?"
"Y-you saw d-didn't you? You hated it, you hate me!" he said pulling away from me curling into a ball. "You hate me just like the others." He whispered shaking his head. I could tell he was crying even though he was quiet.
"J-James, I could never hate you! What you did scared me, a lot, but I don't hate you." I said reaching a hand out to him. He looked as if he was going to pull away from my touch, but stayed in place without saying a word. It was silent for a moment before he finally spoke.
"Liar!" he said turning to me suddenly glaring at me with a hurt look in his tearfilled eyes. "Y-you're like everyone else! Y-you hate me you-" I wouldn't hear it anymore; i didn't even think about it before I quickly grabbed James and pulled him into a tight hug.
"James, I will never hate you." I stated firmly pulling him tighter. It was true, I would never hate him no matter what, God, i hope he would understand that.
James was shaking slightly, though he seemed to be trying to hold it back, his head at my shoulder. "Why, why do you care?"
"Because James, you're my friend, and I could never hate one of my friends, especially not you."
I felt James's body begin to shake harder, and he buried his head in my shoulder, I felt tears seep through the thin fabric of my shirt. I brought a hand to his head and held him, both of us crying. The embrach was long and warm and comforting, but it also felt like somthing i couldn't describe. After what seemed like both an eternity and a short while we stopped, and i felt James slowly fall to sleep. I laid him down carefully, keeping one of his hands in mine and again stared at him before leaning forward and resting my head on his bed and falling asleep myself.
'James I could never hate someone I care about as much as you.' I thought as I slowly drifted to sleep, nuzelinf my head deeper into the white sheets of the hospital bed, smiling.
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