The Vents [Minnard]
Edited 3-31-21
TW: -mentions of an argument
-Self harming
(Sorry this took so long and further updates may be unreliable but I have already started writing the next chapter. Also I apologize for only writing angst but I happily will take requests.)
//No ones POV//
It's hard to say for sure how it started but there was arguing then silence.
Ennard had stormed out of the house slamming the door behind him. Michael was visibly upset, his unsteady breathing and the tears streaming down his face as proof. He ran to the bedroom and locked the door.
He stumbled over to their bed and sat down, gripping the sheets tightly. He reached for the nightstand and propped himself up. Once he got to the bathroom he shut the door and opened the medicine cabinet. The tears in his eyes blurred his vision but he managed to see a small shine and grabbed the blade.
He pulled up his sleeve staring at the scars through his watery eyes. 'Guess I'm throwing two months down the drain.' Michael thought as he slid the glimmering metal across his wrist wincing at the stinging pain. He continued slice after slice not wanting to stop but still made sure not to get too carried away. He finished and saw the beads of blood trickling down his arm from the few deep cuts he had made.
He bandaged it up as quickly as he could manage and rolled down his sleeve. He walked back into the bedroom forgetting about the evidence he left in the bathroom. Right now Michael needed Ennard to comfort him but he couldn't even try to face him because he felt like he disappointed him. His sobs became more uncontained and quite loud as he couldn't hold the back. He was questioning whether his boyfriend would come back or not. He already missed him but he felt like the whole situation was his doing. The tears were a continuous flow down his face, soaking his shirt. He sat down on their bed trying to get a hold of his racing thoughts.
//Ennard's POV//
I left the house to cool down. I know my anger issues were getting worked up and I don't want to say something I'll regret. I went for a walk and I couldn't remember why we were fighting in the first place. I kept walking though because I wanted to give him some space before i came back to apologize.
I walked for quite a while before I turned around. I began to head back seeing as thirty minutes had passed. I stood in front of the door on the porch and I don't know why but this nervous feeling came upon me. I stayed frozen in place before reaching for the door knob.
I walked inside and went to talk to Michael. A wave of guilt washing over me as I got closer to our room. 'I shouldn't have raised my voice. Why the fuck did I do that? He probably thinks it's his fault.' I thought with a sigh as I stepped up to the stairs. I walked up and reached to open the door. The crying was quite apparent and anxious thoughts went through my mind.
I fidgeted with the knob before I realized it was locked. I lightly knocked on the door so I wouldn't startle him. He ignored it or possibly didn't hear it over his crying which in turn made me feel a bit worse. I started to worry because I know he knows it would be me, and even when things are really bad he always lets me in. I knocked again with still no sign of a reply. "Michael...? I'm sorry, can you please unlock the door...?" I trailed off.
//Michael's POV//
My bandages were sloppy and there were still crimson droplets on the floor. I started to panic when he asked to come in despite how much I wanted him to comfort me right now. I think he noticed my slight shuffling and began to notice because I heard the door again.
I couldn't control my tears or my breathing at this point. I heard something from the other side of the door, then it was in the vents.
My breaths were heavy and fast, my crying also hadn't gotten any slower. 'What am I going to do? He's going to be so upset. Shit.' I thought trying to brush away the water from my eyes. I stumbled back to the bathroom holding onto the counter for dear life.(lol it's a dead joke... I'm so cringe)
//No ones POV//
(These pov changes are gonna kill me)
The vent seal popped off and Ennard came in the bathroom after seeing Mike in his current state through the cracks. He entered hurriedly but not too fast because he didn't want to frighten the already panicking other. He gently paced up to him noticing the dark red lines beginning to stain the latters sleeve.
Ennard pulled him into a hug and Michael didn't hesitate to return his gesture as it was exactly what he needed. "Michael I'm not mad at you." He paused for a minute before saying," and I'm sorry for yelling at you, I know that is never the way to respond so I'm really sorry."
Michael was a little shocked, he wiped his eyes and said back softly,"No it was entirely my fault plus I'm probably just overreacting anyway." Ennard was far from expecting his boyfriend to say that. He hugged him, tightening his grasp as if the moment he let go he'd be gone forever. He replied," Of Course you aren't. Michael you're entitled to feel any kind of way and I want you to know it isn't your fault."
Eggs leaned in and rested his head in the crook of his boyfriend's neck.(because my au is all over the place smh) He wondered how he got so lucky. After a few minutes Ennard led the shorter other to sit him down. He grabbed the gauze and rubbing alcohol and sat down beside the corpse he so dearly loved.
He slowly unwrapped and rewrapped the cuts throwing away the old gause. He placed a soft kiss over the bandage pulling him closer so he was leaning on his chest. "I love you Mikey." "I love you too Enn." And with that they left the bathroom and watched some movies until Michael had to leave for work, and he obviously took the pile of wires he fell for along with him.
1012words! That's a lot for me and I hope you enjoyed it
!!1112 words as of the edits!!
Bye bye luvs🖤