Hotel California

It had been two weeks since Mikey’s birthday and life was fairly normal. Until…

"Alexandra"
I turned to see the fake smiling face of Greta.
"What?" I asked a little surprised.
"Well I know you and me never talk about anything"
"Thank god…" I interrupted her sarcastically.
"Whatever! Can you give this to Michael? "
She extended her arm and gave me a little envelope that had Mikey’s name written on top.
"Why don’t you give it to him, its not that hard?"
"Remember I don’t talk to him a lot either. Please. "
"All right… anything else princess?" I asked with my lovely sarcasm dripping out of my voice again.
"No that’s all…" she turned around and walked away leaving me in front of my locker to grab my things and go to class. Minutes later Mikey arrived.

"Hey Alex"
"Hi Mikes" we both smiled. And I remembered that the envelope was still in my hand.
"Ah here Greta asked me to give you this"
"For me? From Greta? This has to be a joke"
"I know, just be careful"
"Yeah" he tucked the envelope in his pocket.
"Won’t you open it?" mi curiosity was killing me.
"Maybe late, I’m not in a hurry."
"Or maybe it’s a love letter and you don’t want me to see it." I smiled "but its okay if you don’t want to open it in front of me. It’s your privacy. "

I started cracking up at the thought of Greta and Mikey in a relationship.

"Don’t make fun of me Alex. I don’t think it’s a love letter… probably a joke or she wants to tell me I'm a freak or something, don’t worry…" he smiled teasingly "I wont stop living you if I get a love letter. " now he was laughing too.
"HA HA so funny!" I said, "Let’s go to class before we are late Romeo."
We went to class and in the middle of out amazingly boring math class I saw Mikey opening envelop and reading the little pink piece of paper that was inside. She had to be a cheerleader.
The teacher almost saw me looking at Mikey so I decided to look at the front trying to look like I was actually getting what the fuck he was talking about. When the class was over Mikey looked dizzy, I ran to his side and took his shoulder.
"Hey Mikey are you alright? You look weird"
"Yeah I just have to find Greta"
"What’s wrong? Was it the note? What did she said? "
"Stop asking! Ill be right back"

Mikey left walking faster that I had ever seen before, leaving me confused in the middle of the hallway. Had he yelled at me? Was he mad at me for asking?
I had a free period so I decided to sit at one of the little stools in the school’s patio. Mikey still wasn’t back yet and for some odd reason I was getting worried.

"What are you doing here alone?" I heard a voice say from behind of me.
I turned and saw Toms smiling face.
"Hey Tom! I’m just waiting for Mikey."
"You should give him more space. You’re smothering him."
"Don’t tell me what to do" I folded my arms I’m from of me and turned the other way.
"I’m sorry" he hugged me from behind. "I didn’t mean it like that sorry."
"Don’t do that! Don’t you care about you friends seeing us?" I told him still mad at him "how can they see you with a freak?" tears were starting to form in my eyes.
"But Alex" he hugged me tighter, when some of those idiots walked in front of us.
"What a cute couple Tom!" some of they yelled. "I just hope you don’t turn into a freak like her!"

Tom let go of me and ran to his friends. That idiot! He preferred leaving me alone, than standing up for me. Yeah he really cared about me… my ass! I ran away from that place looking for Mikey, he was the only one that understood me completely. My thoughts were painfully cut up from my head as my eyes saw the most bizarre image I could ever imagine. I ran to find Mikey and I did… only that he was kissing Greta.
I couldn’t trust anyone anymore. Everyone was lying to me. And nothing made sense. I felt like I was in wonderland, only that the wonders weren’t pretty… they were horrible. I ran to my house not caring about anything else. I entered my room and bolted the door. I heard as my mom knocked on the door with as much force as she could muster yelling at me to open the door. The noise, her voice and everything around me was being swallowed by what I was doing. I was sitting down in the floor of my bathroom. And my skin was feeling the soft touch of the razor blade. It felt tingly at first and then the burn of that little burn told me I was still alive. I had missed that sensation; it had been a while since I had felt that. I wanted to feel like that forever, that way the other hurtful things wouldn’t matter as much, because my brain would be focusing so much in the pain of my arm that the pain of my heart would be dismissed as nothing. I was slowly drifting off to unconsciousness. I heard knocking at my bathroom door. How had my mom opened the door? I had the only key… me and Mikey.
"Alex open the door!" yelled Mikey scared.

I had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. So it opened as easily as my skin.