why?...

Michael leaned against one of the walls in theballroom, staring at the ground. He held a letter in his hand from one of his old friends. Crushing the note in his hand he closed his eyes. I should have called. He thought angrily.
Tears blurred his vision as he opened the note again. And while he couldn't bring himself to read the words again, he remembered what it said. It was from an old friend of his from teh town where he used ot live. It told him that his other friend, the closest friend he had ever had. Had commited suicide the day before.

Dropping the note on the floor he walked blindly to the center of the room, his eyes flickered as he lifted them to look around teh room.

Both sides of himself were quiet as he slowly sunk to the floor.

He jumped at the sound of someones voice and stood. 'No. That's alright. I was just leaving.' He ran his hand through his hair and and sighed. Then he made his way to the exit too.

'I have no reason to be here though. I was just...thinking' He paused ofr a few seconds, and looked down. Then raising his head again he finished, 'You can be in here now, I can think anywhere.'

Michael smiled as she played the piano. 'You're really good.' He said smiling at her. Leaning against the wall he listen to the music with closed eyes.
We should go. His other side said. But Michael could tell he didn't want to leave.
It couldn't hurt to stay for a while. He replied.
Fine. Just don't go spilling our guts to her. You don't know how annoying it is to watch you spill our secrets.[/i[
His brow furrowed at this, but he relaxed again as the piano's music filled him.

Suddenly Michael opened his eyes. He was close to tears. He could play piano too. I bet he could have been famous if he hadn't-'
Shut up! Must you ruin everything with your whining!? There's nothing we could have done, so just get over it.
But we...
We what? We should have stayed there? We should have stayed where everyone thought we were a freak. Sure maybe a few people pretended to like us. But you know everyone else hated us.

'Stop!' He yelled aloud, dopping to his knees.