I can't reply to you guys individually and ironically enough, school hasn't started yet. It begins on Thursday, which is stupid, but whatever, I love all you guys like fuzzy bunnies and um, I dunno, would you guys hate me if I said that…mmm…I dunnooo -shrugs- I was writing…another part…to the story…like…another sequel…cause I know your going to hate this ending, and I want closure…we all want closure….hehe…yeah. So Azury, I am burningly sad for you, And burningly is a word, cause I made it up, and first your sick, now this, my condolences, I think that's the correct word for sadness…wait, fuck, I mean, I am extreamily sorry, there's nothing I can say that can justify what happened. I hope you are okay, and remember, depression is quite useful if you turn it into something positive.

Chapter 7: Ohio Is for Lovers pt. 1

Hey there,
I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.
Where you are and how you feel.
Put these lights off as these wheels keep rolling on and on. (and on and on and on)
Slow things down or speed them up.
You're running now for way too much. (and on and on and on)
Or you are not gone.

Michael's eyes were closed, the white light concealing the corners of the room deafly, and the florescent light above his head was flickering on and off, the cold smell of death mingling with the metallic taste of blood that was swishing around in his mouth. His body ached so badly it made him cry just to swallow, and you could tell that he wasn't in any good shape nearly, salty tracks raced down his cheek in opposite directions, his body begging to be touched, held, caressed. Maybe that's why he was there.

Because he was so tired of fighting everything.

Because he just couldn't …let go as easily as Jake had.

That Jake was always in control

That Jake always had the upper hand.

That Jake was his keeper.

That no matter how many times he tried, and tired, and tired, and tired, no matter how far he distanced himself from Jake, they always found their way back to each other, by letter, by mail, by e-mail, if it was a way of communication, they would find each other.

So time

And time

And time again, there Michael would be, freshly abused and ripped and torn and used and worn down and emotionally bloody, and no one would even care. No one wanted him.
And then, that all changed once Adrian came along.

What he loved about Adrian was that, he was almost as messed up as he was, mentally that is, and yet, he was able to keep himself steady. He heard a few stories about the notorious Nate, and the trouble and pain that he caused Adrian. How he wasn't looking for anything other than a good time, and how now Adrian had last heard that he was married with three kids…to a woman.

And what he loved about Adrian was that he never, never never never never never never, lied to him

Never hurt him

Always thought of Michael's needs before his own

Took care of him.

And lastly, said the most important words in the history of the human race and meant it.
Michael dully curled his fist. Pain shot through his body like a rocket, so harshly and quickly that he jolted to the side for a second before sliding back into place.

He fucking meant it.

Do you know how many times Jake said those words to him?

How many empty promises and dreams he shattered?

How many cuts he caused?

How much damage he did?

He took the meaning of heartbreak to the newest level, because Michael would actually feel himself splitting in half, his body separating from his moral initials, what was right from wrong, the side that acted on impulse snaking it's way to the top and his old, soft broken down shell that he once resided in shrinking until it was out of existence. He could feel himself tensing now, his eyes snapping open in one swift move, his body breaking all over again.

But all he saw was white.

"Addy?" Michael questioned, as he sat down on the couch to Adrian and smiled.

"What do you want kid? I know that smile" Adrian said, also smiling, suspiciously.

"Nothing actually" Michael sighed.

"Right…"

"Incept…" Michael trailed off.

"I knew it, what do you want?"

" A hug" Michael sighed out.

Adrian looked at him," You're kidding me right"

"No" Michael shook his head," I just need a hug"

And I can't make it on my own.
(And I can't make it on my own)
Because my heart is in Ohio. So cut my wrists and black my eyes. (Cut my wrists and black my eyes)
So I can fall asleep tonight and die.
Because you kill me.
You know you do, you kill me well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until my final breath is gone.

"Why isn't he breathing?" Marco snapped.

"Please, it's all a matter of time. Until he can breathe on his own, we'll have this inserted down his throat, it'll allow him to breathe, okay?" The nurse said the words gently as the doctor pushed her aside to talk to Marco," And you're saying that you found him in the middle of the street like this?"

Marco nodded.

"And how exactly did he get out the house?"

"He snuck out" Ryan pushed into the conversation.

"At two in the am?"

"Maybe earlier, I don't know"

"And you didn't hear him?"

"Are you trying to imply that we did this to him!" Marco snapped at the doctor.

"I'm just trying to get my facts straight because the boy is either here for psychiatric or medical care every week" The doctor said rudely," And I know that you wouldn't be….neither of you would be doing this to him"

"Then why are you looking at us like that?" Ryan asked.

"Are you gay?"

"I am, why?" Marco asked.

"Just wondering…and Michael"

"Yeah…" Ryan stood up.

"Are you his boyfriend or his lover or whatever you gays call it these days?"

"You gays!" Marco snapped.

"I'm not gay" Ryan said calmly.

"He has HIV, do you think that it's the course of what's happening to him?"

"Of course he does" The doctor murmured.

"What? Are you saying just because he's gay he automatically has AIDS?" Ryan asked, shocked.

"We have a higher risk" Marco sighed out.

(A/N: I so wanted to make this into a whole Brian Kinney "TAKE MY BLOOD MOTHERFUCKER!" scene like in eppy 510 on queer as folk, but this would have to do…)

"No, this will probably make his condition worse"

"Well, what the hell is the matter with him?" Ryan asked.

"We don't know. This kid is profoundly…mentally….physically…disturbed, is the best way I can put it. I think we should evacuate out the room until we find out what's really going on" The doctor said as he turned around.

"That homophobic asshole" Marco sighed, " This is all Jake's fault"

"You bitch about my name even when I'm not there" Jake said as Marco turned around.
Marco fell backwards again onto the floor," Jake…?"

Brian was on the floor down the hall laughing. The guy in the wheelchair crashed into him, and then he fell into the wall, which hit the door, which hit the emergency lock down button, which went into security mode which consisted of total and immediate shut down of the whole hospital. All that cages went down from the ceiling and the red lights and alarms came on. In the neon red glow as Andy yelled at Brian" You dumb ass!" Jake cocked his head to the side," Hello dad"

Cliff hanger and side note? Lyrics are everything to the story incase you all don't know. Lol, I love foreshadowing!