Angst again. And boy. I. Mean. Angst.
TW: alongside our obvious swearing, there's gonna be mentions of past self harm, present self harm, thoughts of suicide, suicidal intentions, and...very hateful texts...save Michael.

Michael had contemplated ending his life before, but he never had. Why? Because he had Jeremy. Jeremy needed him. He always had...until now it seemed.

Jeremy was popular now...he didn't need Michael anymore...he just needed that stupid Squip that ruined everything.

Michael had his hands clenched against his sink, since he was at home. It was a Saturday, thank God.

He had already started cutting that day, and just as usual he would mumble the reasons for each cut...the deepest all having to do with Jeremy.

Jeremy...his best friend, his crush...now his enemy it seemed...he'd been taken away from Michael like everything else seemed to be.

Michael knew it was selfish to like Jeremy when he clearly didn't like him back. At least he considered it such...but he didn't want to acknowledge the fact...because of how in love he was.

He was tracing over the cuts with his finger, now caring about the blood getting everywhere, when he heard his phone go off.

It was Jeremy...Michael actually smiled until he read the texts.

P2: hey loser
P2: u still crying in bathrooms?
P2: don't think I don't know how u cut yourself at that party. Everybody figured it out
P2: pathetic really...why don't u just kill yourself and do us all some good?

Michael stared at the texts in horror. Jeremy would...never send him these kind of things...then again, Jeremy would never leave him either.

He threw the phone to the floor, not caring if it broke...like his heart had...

Anything left for him in the world was gone. So he grabbed the razor blade again and looked at his arm. He wasn't even going to go in a pattern anymore. Just cut until he dies...

He closed his eyes and felt the cold blade run across his skin.

***

"Hey Squip where is my...there it is!" Jeremy found his phone quickly and noticed his recent contact had been a blocked number.

He hadn't even texted anybody...he pulled up the chat and froze. Who had he sent this to? He didn't even remember sending these texts.

Then again, he would never tell a person to kill themselves, no matter how shitty they were.

He started scrolling up and recognized a lot of the texts, the more he scrolled and the more he recognized.

"Shit this is...oh God..." Jeremy's eyes widened and he grabbed his backpack and began running downstairs, not even acknowledging his father was even in the house.

"Jeremy what are you doing?"

"D-Deactivate please." Jeremy muttered and the Squip nodded, dissappearing into thin air.

***

Jeremy was frantically searching Michael's place, looking for any sign of him... bathroom. Jeremy knew he'd be there because he always went to his private bathroom when he was upset.

Jeremy knocked on the door and heard something heavy thud against the door.

"Michael?" Jeremy asked, rapidly trying to unlock the door, glad it was unlockable from both sides.

When it opened, he pulled it open and out came Michael, laying there, unconscious, covered in a pool of his own blood it seemed.

"Shit...shit...Michael...?" Jeremy got down on his knees and held his best friend close, trying to see some hope left...there seemed not to be. "Michael? Wake up please... I didn't send those texts it was the Squip I would never want you to kill yourself I...I love you..." The feeling that had over taken Jeremy's heart was something he'd never felt before.

He moved his hand to Michael's not cut wrist and felt the smallest bit of pulse...there was hope...there was hope, Michael was going to live...Jeremy grabbed some bandages out of his bag and messily patched up Michael's arm.

"I'm sorry Michael...shit...I...I screwed up didn't I?" Jeremy asked, more so to himself than to Michael. "Please wake up...I didn't mean to make you feel like shit..." Jeremy cried softly over Michael's body. "Okay...I'ma get you to a hospital..."

***

Jeremy was sitting in the waiting room, twiddling his thumbs sadly and praying Michael would wake up soon. He couldn't bare the idea that he got his best friend killed...because he's the one who bought the Squip. He's the one who took it...he's the one who let it take him...take him away from Michael...

He's the one who let the Squip push him around and basically make a puppet out of him. He deserved to die...not Michael.

Eventually a nurse came out to the waiting room and looked at Jeremy in the most sympathetic way possible.

"I'm sorry...your friend...didn't...he didn't make it..." She spoke softly and Jeremy felt his heart absolutely shatter.

"Can...I go s-see him...one last time...please?" She nodded and led Jeremy to Michael's room, and Jeremy felt his eyes began pouring with tears as he seen Michael in that bed.

He wasn't there...Jeremy knew he wasn't there, but he walked over and gently held Michael's cold hand, letting his tears gently fall from his face and on to Michael.

He didn't want to be the one to tell Michael's parents that he's the reason their son's dead...he didn't want to tell his father he drove somebody to suicide...he didn't want to hear the Squip complaining about him anymore...he looked at Michael's wrists and back to his own...he knew what he had to do.

***

Jeremy sat on the toilet, looking down at his pale hands and chuckling gently.

"Looks l-like I can't even be popular right...guess I'm a f-failure after all..." Jeremy mumbled, gently beginning to drag the blade against his skin and smiled as he let the tears blur his vision. "Why don't I just kill myself...and...do us all some good?"...

He let his eyes close and longed for the sweet embrace of death to take over his body...and maybe he'd meet Michael in another life...maybe...