Ashton’s POV
It had been a month since graduation and Michael continued to spiral out of control. Chole was falling apart and there was nothing we could do about it. She was falling into a darkness and no matter what we did, we couldn’t stop her from falling. We were doing everything we could, but this situation was out of control. We had no idea what the future held, but I knew it wouldn’t be good for either of them. If we didn’t try to fix this for both of their sakes, we knew what the end result would be.
@ChloeFallenAngelz: Hate the feeling of uncertainty for us... Will we ever be okay again? Will I ever be okay again? I hope for both of our sakes that it ends okay for us, but I can’t be sure. Falling into a darkness and I can’t stop myself!
I head up to her room and knock on her door, “Chloe, please open the door!” I beg.
The door opens and slip in. I crawl into bed with her and let her cry. I hate seeing her like this, but I knew I couldn’t do anything but be there for here. Once I knew she was asleep, I slip quietly out of her room and try to get a hold of Michael.
I let it ring, but it goes straight to voicemail.
Michael, it’s Ashton. I know you’re hurting, but so is Chloe! Please just come to LA and let us help you. Chloe, she- Michael, I don’t know what to do. She’s going a path that I don’t think I can follow. She’s going down a dark path and she’s fucking falling apart. She’s not only physically hurt, but she’s also hurting emotionally. I can’t stop her from going down this dark path. If you don’t start fixing things, you may as well say goodbye to her. Please, just think this through before you continue to act like this.
I sigh, hanging up and heading to the kitchen. This didn’t look good for either of them. I knew Michael wasn’t gonna improve for a while. So, he might as well start saying goodbye, because at this rate, Chole was slowly killing herself and we were gonna have to start digging her grave. She wasn’t eating, she didn’t drink anything but water (only small sips), she wasn’t sleeping, she didn’t get up to shower. She just laid in bed and cried. She was slowly withering away before our eyes and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. I knew even if Michael started improving and returned within the next week, I knew it would take a long time before they they would be okay again.
The band essentially broke up because we had to take care of Chloe and plus it wasn’t the same without Michael. The fans were upset, but they were more worried about Michael and Chloe. They seemed to understand that breaking up the band was for the best. They don’t know the real story behind why Michael became the way he did. They all think that it was the fame got to him and he couldn’t handle the stress anymore. But really it was because he lost his parents.
I sit on the floor and start crying, not able to stay strong anymore. I never imagined my future like this. None of us would be the same again after this passed. Even if they ended up fixing this, it would leave an emotional scar on all of us that we would never be able to forget, no matter how hard we tried. None of us would ever be the same again. None of us would ever be normal again. I just wish there was something I could do to fix this, but there was literally nothing I could do. There was nothing Luke could do. There was nothing Calum could do. There was nothing Nicki could do. All we could do is watch Chloe as she slowly killed herself, all because of Michael. Even if Michael and Chloe got back together, there would always be that past that left an emotional scar. They would never forget that!
I feel Nicki wrap her arms around me as I continue to cry. I had to stay strong for Chloe, but when she wasn’t around, I knew I didn’t have to be strong anymore. I could cry and let my feelings out. She helps me up into my bed and holds me as I cry to myself to sleep. I hold her close, afraid I’d lose her if I let go.
Luke’s POV
I can hear the door open and shut and I see Nicki coming down to the living room.
“How is he?” I ask.
“Not good, I found him in the kitchen crying. I don’t know how much longer he can take this before he breaks. He’s trying to stay strong for Chloe, but it isn’t good for him. Both of them are gonna need rehab after this.” She replies.
“Nothing is gonna be the same and none of us are going to be normal again, are we?” She asks.
“No, definetly not. This is gonna leave an emotional scar on everyone!” I reply.
I hear Chloe crying and I sigh, heading up to her room. I crawl into her bed and hold her close. She whimpers and scoots closer to me. I wrap my arms tighter around her. This is so fucked up, Michael, Chloe, everything. What I didn’t know is it would go on for about two more months and Chloe would be laying in a hospital bed soon.
I slowly fall asleep, singing to Chloe.
