It's been a few hours since the doctor checked on my mental health and It was now time to get my cast and bandages off. The doctor came in with a nurse carrying a wheelchair. They sat me down and took me to a treatment room and after about an hour and a bit, my leg was free from its captivating prison. They then moved to my waist and were careful to take the bandages off. The gash had healed nicely and they informed me that today I would be going home. I cringed at the word 'home' Where was I meant to go? I can't go back to Mike's. I'll have to ask Scott. They sent me back to my room with the nurse to make sure I could walk straight. I was fine, of coarse, and they let me go with no problems. I stood outside and called Scott. We talked for a bit and he agreed to pick me up. After about 10 minutes of waiting, Scott arrived in his red car. Scott hugged me from the drivers seat as i got into the passengers side.

"Hey Y/N how have you been?" He asked calmly

"Good" I reply

"I heard about Mike" He says quietly "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head and Scott nods understandingly. He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway.

"Where do you want me to take you?" he asked

"Home" i say "I need to get some stuff from Mike's"

He nods and starts to drive to Mike's.

"Hey, you can stay at mine for as long as you like" He says kindly

I look at him and smile "Really? Tanks Scott"

"No problem" He says "Anything for a friend"

We soon come to Mikes house and my heart starts to beat faster. I was hoping he wasn't home so it would be an easy trip. I get out of the car and tell Scott to wait in the car. I walk up to the door and pull out my key and unlock the door. It was dark in there. There were littered glass bottles and other trash. I look at this house in shame and I kinda feel sorry for him. I walk up to the bedroom door to see that the light was on. I worry that he might be in there. I look at the door as it seems to tower over me. Slowly, I raise a shaky hand and knock on the door.

I wait a bit just in case and knock on the door a few more times. I was in the clear until i heard shuffling movements from inside. My heart was racing and i felt my breathing increase as the sounds get louder, until it is right on the other side of the door. There was a shadow that I could see from under the door crack. The door knob turns slowly and the door creaks open.

As the door opens, I get a strong whiff of alcohol. I hold back the urge to vomit as the door fully opens, revealing a tall man. He was slouching and had bags under his eyes. I look at the wreak of a person standing in front of me.

He looked down at me and his eyes seemed to light up. He seemed to almost pounce on me with a tight hug. I don't let him hug me for long as I push him off. He looks at me confused and heart broken by the rejection.

"Look I-I can't do this Mike" I say as I push past him only to see the monstrosity that the room was in.

The small dust bin was overflowing with empty bottles, the bed was messy and most of the sheets were sprawled across the floor. I walk in, hesitantly and grab my suitcase from under the bed. He just stands there watching me, sadness shrouding his figure as his eyes start to tear up. I then walk over to the dresser and force myself to hold back my tears. I grab all my clothes and put them into my suitcase.

"So your leaving" he finally says in a raspy, unused voice.

I look up from what i'm doing and look over at him.

"Yes, I'm leaving" i say "You broke my heart"

He hung his head and I saw tears hit the carpet under him. I finish packing my stuff and walk up to him. I put a hand on his shoulder and he raises his head to look at me.

"I'm sorry" i say "But-"

I stop talking and feel tears fall down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry i can't do this" i say between sobs as i run out of the room and leave him behind to morn. I exit the house and slam the door behind me. I stop for a second, then continue to walk to Scott, who was leaning against his car. He sees me and runs up to me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug as i cry into his chest. I look up at Scott with blurry eyes and feel like I have to say something.

"I-I don't w-want to l-leave him like t-this Scott" i sob "H-he's broken, a-and i can't .. I can't-"

"Y/N" he says "Is this what you want?"

I start to shake as he asked my that question.

"Do you still want to be with him after what he did to you?" He asked

"I don't know" I was so torn

He breaks away from the hug and guides me to the car. I look back at Mikes house and feel bad. I felt bad for what i had done to him. And for some reason, I felt like this was MY fault. His sad, broken figure stuck in my mind slowly, my eye lids feel heavy and i am shrouded in a thick darkness.

My dreams were a blur. But I can see Mike.