Ethan’s POV
I'm sitting on my desk chair looking at my laptop screen when my phone rings. I pick it and I'm surprised to see Michael’s name on caller ID. Anyway I Immediately answer the call.
“ Hello Michael..”, I say.
"Ethan, are you...g..going to talk to them for me ?", Michael asks.
" Yeah..", I hum. I've already made my mind.
" You don't need to t..talk to them. I can m..manage it myself.", he says.
" How ? By cutting and burning yourself?", I ask.
" S..someway.” he say. " You don't need to b..bother about me. Don't talk to your friends.", he say.
" I've decided already.", I tell him.
" Ethan, it's not b..because of you, I did that. So you don't have to d..do this for me. And You know...the c..consequences, right ? They might hurt you."
" I know. I'm rea
