Anastasia’s P.O.V.
I jerk awake, only to find no sign of Michael. The least he could’ve done was leave a note. I search for one, but find nothing. If he did leave one, I have no idea where he left it.
I’m sure he’s fine. He probably just went home to get ready for school. I’ll see him there.
Today is not going to be very fun. ISS is not very enjoyable, as I have been told. I decide to wear my black denim short-shorts, three layered tank tops (black, white, blue), and my favorite wrap over them.
I brush my teeth, not bothering to eat any breakfast, and straighten my hair. I quickly apply mascara and a thin coat of lip-gloss. I grab my tribal print backpack, a bottle of water, and a pack of gum. I head out the door.
On my way to school, I still wonder about Michael. Why did he self harm? Why did he beat up that kid? Why did I grab his hand?
It just felt right. It feels right to be with Michael. But the simple truth is that it’s not. It’s not right to be with him. He hurts himself. He hurts others. He hurt me. He freaking punched me.
I arrive and park. When I walk in, a boy with a blonde quiff and lip piercing runs up to me. I’m pretty sure that’s like Jack or Ben. No…wait…it’s Luke. He has a combined look of shock, sadness, and hurt in his eyes.
“Anastasia!” he shouts. “M-Michael…he’s in t-the hospital! He t-tried to commit s-suicide!” The tears come rolling down his cheeks.
“Luke, calm down,” I say, even though I’m hyperventilating on the inside. “How? He was at my place last night. He spent the night!”
“I don’t know! I got a call last night at around midnight. Calum found him,” Luke says, barely able to speak. “Ashton and Calum are at the hospital.”
“Why would he do this? He told me…about him,” I say. I can’t even see, because my eyes are filled with tears. “He seemed fine.”
“He wasn’t,” Luke says, choking on his words. “I…g-got you o-out of I-ISS,” Luke stutters.
I nod. “Where’s Jada?”
“She went to the hospital too. We a-are free to g-go. I stayed t-to w-wait on y-you.”
“Well, c’mon,” I say. Luke nods and I follow him out to his car. I can’t believe this. How could Michael do this? I thought he was okay.
Luke speeds towards the hospital. When we get there, another boy runs out to us. He has dark skin and tattoos. I’ve seen him around before, but I’m not sure what his name is.
“Luke!” he shrieks. “Mikey’s in a coma!” He almost collapses in tears. This is crazy. Why did he do it?
“Calum, calm down. C’mon Ana,” Luke says, waving his hand for me to follow. I follow them into the hospital and see Jada and another boy.
“Hi, Anastasia, right? I’m Ash, or Ashton,” the boy with curly hair says.
“Yes, but you can call me Ana if you want.”
“You guys took forever,” Jada whines. I notice her staring at Luke when she says this. Strange.
“Sorry, I had to wait for Anastasia to arrive at school,” Luke says.
A nurse rushes out. “Doctor, we need you in Room 209 stat! Mr. Clifford is having a relapse!” she yells to a doctor who stands in front of a young couple, speaking to them.
He runs back to 209 as fast as he can.
“Michael…” Calum whispers.
“What did they mean by that? He’s having a relapse?”
“It’s happening,” Luke whispers. “It’s happening again.”

Notes

Guys, I am so sorry that I haven't been able to update. I've been really depressed lately and my little brother had to go to the E.R. on Friday to get stitches. I've also been busy with Easter things, and I'm on spring break. Let's hope this doesn't happen again.... :D
-Emily_is_a_penguin