^Michael^

I looked around the warehouse. It was spacious and big with a broken windows and broken glass on door. There were rats scattering around the corners and nibbling on dead rats and squeaking. I looked up at one of the guys "My name's Carmine." He berkata as he took his pisau and softly caressed my cheek again , I looked the other way while he grabbed my face "Don't be such a bitch. I might cut off your pretty face." He pushed my head back while his assistant , brung a bucket of water "Here anda go." He berkata as he gave Carmine the bucket. He dumped the water on me then untied me from the chair and...

I truly believe that each time he berkata that,he meant it.
He is one of the few reasons why I'm still alive.
He made me believe that I was not alone.
I believe he'd cinta me,no matter what I was,but he'd cinta me for who I am.
The reason why I'm writting this is because since early 2012,I have bulimia.
It was HELL,no matter what I did,I'd always finish the hari throwing up in the cold bathroom.
And I cut a few times,my body is a terrible mess,but my mind is even worse,although I almost don't throw up now
Today,I'm better,but still...not fully recovered.
THIS is a way of telling people that I cinta MICHAEL,that...

Michael just stood there in shock, now knowing that Janelle felt the same way. She looked at him and saw his eyes go wide a little.
"Um...Michael? anda okay?" She asked.
He nodded a little. "I...I'm fine. I'm...I'm just shocked." He said.
"Shocked about what?"
"About...about what anda just told me."
She blushed a little and so did he. "Oh..."
He looked away a little and looked back at her. "How long have anda felt that way?"
"What?"
"How long have anda liked me like that?"
She blushed more. "Oh w-well...I, uh...I've liked anda since I first heard your voice...on Off The Wall."
"Really?"
She nodded and turned...