Chapter Four:
Accident

I still hated Rosie.

I didn't even have a real reason of hating her, I just did. I hated her perkiness, I hated her organization, I hated her kindness.

I hated everything about her.

The thing was, it wasn't like I could get away from her. She was always there, ready to help out anyway she could. The guys constantly talked about how efficient she was and how if they weren't already in committed relationships, they'd be asking her out. Well, almost all of them. Ray had actually went ahead and started planning out how to ask her out, much to the others anger.

I didn't care though. If they wanted to have their little fantasies about her, they could. For now, I was staying out of their way.

Besides, I had bigger problems.

Michael was beginning to grow distant, much to my distaste. I had seen him walking with Rosie throughout the building, talking about God knows what. I had simply just brushed it off and tried to not act hurt about it.

But really, I was dying on the inside.

I got these random urges to burst into tears at all inopportune times. Whenever I was having fun and enjoying myself, I would get incredibly depressed for no reason and want to lock myself elsewhere for the rest of eternity.

It hurt so much.

So much worse than when Michael had told me he and Lindsay were still together, that he was gonna propose to her.

Because that time, I was just being told that the love of my life was with someone else.

This time, I was losing him completely.

...

The suicidal thoughts started again on a Sunday. I kinda had a feeling they were gonna come back.

It honestly felt normal to have that voice tell me to cut my wrists or hang myself. Michael didn't know about the thoughts, but it was better if he didn't.

I, once again, showed my fake display of happiness. Michael actually bought my bluff and honestly thought I was getting better.
I was far from getting better.

So far from it, I might as well be on the Moon.

...

"Hey, Gavin, Michael wanted to know if you wanted to be in a Rage Quit?" Rosie asked me. I smiled at her, even though I was resenting her more and more with each passing day.

"I'm a little busy right now. Maybe later, I will," I told her, gesturing slightly to the folder in my arms that held all my scripts I had to read today.

"Oh, well, maybe I'll just be in it. Michael offered it to me if you were too busy," She said. For some reason, I heard her say it cockily, as if challenging me for my own boyfriend.

"Did he really? Usually he only does them with me or by himself," I said back, letting my hatred seep through a bit.

"I guess, it's a special occasion?" Rosie smiled to me before she walked away.

I watched her walk away, feeling all my anger and hatred flow out of me in waves. I stomped away angrily, huffing as I made my way down the hallway.

Quickly my anger turned to confusion, which turned to sadness.

Michael was actually replacing me with Rosie.

No longer did I have my place by his side during Rage Quit. Rosie was going to be taking that. They would joke around the entire video, I bet, just how Michael and I did. They would try their best to play the game until Michael gave up, like he usually did. Once the camera turned off, anything could happen after.

What if Rosie became the person Michael goes to when he needs to calm down?

I couldn't take it anymore.

My thoughts were becoming too overpowering. They were quickly turning suicidal, deadly, and painfully accurate. The voices began screaming in my head, making my eyes water as I tried to escape their constant jabs. They were screaming at me, telling me I was losing him, and that I was no good for him. That no one will ever love me and that I should go and jump off that bridge I almost did last month.

"Stop it! Just stop! I can't take it anymore!" I screamed.

I hadn't realized I had wandered into a room with numerous RT employees scattered about. They immediately turned their heads to me, asking me silently what in the bloody hell I was doing. Barbara broke from the crowd and approached me cautiously, speaking in a calm voice like I was an animal.

"Stay away from me!" I screamed at her as I dashed out of the room.

Numerous people followed me but I just ran faster. The tears had begun to stream down my face as the voices continued with their constant insults.

Keep running, Gayvin, see if they keep chasing you.

They think you're crazy. They're gonna put you into a mental asylum.

Haha, look at you run, you coward.

Suddenly I felt strong arms loop around me and hold me back from running any further. I struggled against them, screaming at whoever it was to let go. I kicked, punched, even resorted to biting when the person didn't let up.

I eventually gave up, not having the strength to fight back anymore. I screamed out a few more times as sobs racked my body and the person pulled me down and started rocking me back and forth.

"I want to die! Just let me die, please!" I screamed through my sobs. The person began hushing me, willing me to calm down.

Eventually I stopped screaming and the overpowering sobs slowly stopped and left me crying gently. The person continued to rock me gently, hushing me and holding me close. So many people stood around us, watching as I slowly calmed down.

The voices slowly came to halt, and that was when I finally had the chance to look at my savior.

Of course, who else would it be.

Michael Jones.

He looked down at me, quickly burying his nose into my hair. He kissed the top of my head and hummed to me. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I rested my head on his chest, blinking away my blurry vision from my eyes to rest on the numerous bites that were actually bleeding that I left on his skin. More tears came to my eyes and I started whimpering, knowing I had hurt Michael for my own selfish acts.

Michael immediately took note of what I was crying over and he pet my hair back, whispering to me.

"They don't hurt that much. You were just scared and defending yourself. I would've done the same thing," Michael soothed me, but it didn't make me feel any better.

Michael eventually got me to stop crying, almost a half an hour since I started. People were still surrounding us, offering me different things, like water or a hug. I brushed them all off as Michael stood up with me in his arms.

"I'm gonna take him home. Tell Geoff that we went home, will ya?" Michael whispered to Barbara. She immediately nodded and kissed my forehead before running off.

Michael led me out of the building, and to his car. He gently helped me into the seat and went around to his own side, sliding in gently and beginning to drive home.

"Can we drive around a little bit? I need to clear my mind," I asked in a timid, cracked voice. Michael nodded and took my hand, squeezing it before continuing driving.

Michael took one of the back roads, away from Austin. We were quiet until I decided to turn on the radio. Michael smiled at me again and kept his eyes on the road.

Suddenly, a speeding car came out of nowhere and swerved in front of us. I gasped as Michael swerved to avoid the idiot.

I immediately wished I hadn't asked to drive around.

The car hit a patch of mud and slid forward. We crashed into a tree and began rolling sideways. Michael immediately swept his arm out in front of me, holding me down. The car continued rolling, faster, until we had made four complete spins down the hill.

When I finally, slowly, came to, I realized the car was still on its side. I was squished against the door, feeling cuts and bruises scattering all over my body. Pain began shooting up from my ankle and wrist, making me think I broke them.

Suddenly, I felt something drip onto my face. I blinked in confusion, touching whatever it was with my good hand. I pulled my hand back to look at the sticky substance that stained my hand.

Blood.

I felt another drip and looked up, gasping and beginning to cry again.

Michael was hanging in the air by his seatbelt. His arms hung lifelessly down, near my face. Blood stained his forehead and was dripping down the side of his face, along with blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes were glazed and slightly open, causing hope to flare in me.

"Michael?" I whispered shakily.

He didn't respond.

"Michael?! Come on, this isn't funny," I yelped.

He didn't respond.

"Michael!" I screamed at him.

I shakily reached forward towards his neck, pressing my fingers against an artery.

There was no pulse.

Michael was dead.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, I based this chapter off of something that happened to me yesterday. I actually got into a pretty bad car accident. No one died, thankfully, and the injuries are only minor.
I felt this could go very well for the story so I hope you enjoy this. Please let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!