BTW, this is gonna be in Michael's POV now.
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It has been over a week since Fiona and I have gotten together. We have had practically five make out sessions thus far and I haven't been happier… until one day…
It was March 5th, the sun was shinning brightly and not a cloud in the sky. As soon as I got to the high school, something caught my attention. Three new students had came, there were two guys and one girl. One of the guys was white with black hair that looks like Timmy's on a good day, blue eyes, and was really skinny. The other was black with a red hat on. The chick looked like me when I didn't believe in color.
"I wonder who they are?" I asked Fiona, but she wasn't besides me anymore. She had made a bee line straight to the guy with black hair.
Fiona started talking excitedly to him. He smiled and responded to her. She then grabbed his arm and led him over to me.
"Umm… Michael… I know that you love me, but I think that I found someone that cares for me more…" My heart sank lower than my stomach.
"Fi… what are you saying?" I asked in a hurtful voice.
"I have found someone else… I… I'm sorry…"
I looked up at her with intensity… my old self started to take control… but it didn't get far… I was a change man… all I did was look at her once more… then I sprinted off. I ran all the way to my house. I rushed into my room and found what I had been looking for… my pocket knife. I looked at the blade with tearful eyes.
"Jorgen…" My voice was shaking much like my hand, still staring at the blade.
"Yes Michael?" he said as he approached me slowly.
"Does anyone on this fucking planet that loves me?"
"Only two, me and someone else. I cannot say who though."
I studied the blade even more.
"Jorgen…"
"Yes Michael?" "I wish for you to save me…" and in one quick motion, I slit both of my wrists, slicing through skin, vein, and artery. As the blood spurted out of my forearms, I heard Jorgen call out to me and then a blinding flash. I started to fall due to my loss of blood. Everything turned black… falling… falling… into darkness…
My eyes opened to half-lids. My vision was blurry. I got up to a sitting position. My wrists hurt like hell… wait… I have feeling… "I'm alive?"
"Jorgen?" I called out to him, but no answer. "Jorgen?" I called to him, still no response. I looked at my surroundings, I'm at a hospital? As I looked around, I saw something, pink…
"Timmy? Is that you?"
"Yeah… its me…" his voice was lower than usual.
"What's going on? Where's Jorgen?" my voice was still raspy.
"He… he… he gave his live so you could live… when a God Child is mortally hurt, the only way to save them is to risk another…" He bent his head down. "I'm sorry…"
I looked at him, my eyes started getting watery. I put my head down on my knees to weep.
What have I done? I killed my own fairy god parent, the only one that truly cared for me… gone…
I looked at Timmy again with sodden eyes. "Is there anyone that loves me?"
"Only one…" he raised his head slightly.
"Who?"
A young women's voice sounded from the door.
"Me." …………………………………………
I know you people like cliff hangers. Forgive me. ;