Forgotten past

26

I had watched at least 2 nights come and go. Michael had completely lost his bearings, there he sat in the dirt drawn pentagram. He hadn't spoken since he had asked his farther to reach out to him, neither had I.

The past 2 days the regret and worry circled my mind of my coven. Constant what have I done? What am I doing? I'm evil?
This time to think was not helpful right now, but I was too scared to even go near Michael. I stared at his back that was curled over, his hair gradually growing muddier and his dust covered black shirt. I desperately wanted to throw myself in the pentagram asking to return to normality.

I could have left, but I didn't and I wouldn't. After all of this there was no way I was leaving Michael.
The sun was trying to preach through the trees part successful as I felt the heat shining down on me. My mouth was almost turning to sand it was so dry, my stomach past the point of hunger and the heat only making it worse, I wasn't cut out for Californian sun in these consequences.

My arms felt so weak I could barely shift my position on the floor I tried to lay down feeling every movement a thousand times more with my head spinning with every breath. I knew I was about to pass out and there was nothing I could to do stop it.

I awoke to the sound of water dripping. My ears working before my eyes. I fluttered my eyes open met with a grey sky up above clouded by the tree tops, I was still in this godforsaken forest. But I felt the warm hard pillow underneath my head. I shifted slightly looking to my right met with Michaels black shirt. There I lay with my head rested on his thighs as he scoops his hand in a small puddle allowing the water to drip on to my face.

I finally looked at his face, I was surprised by his his slight facial hair making an appearance and his darkened face from the dirt around us. His hair a mess and his shirt half undone.
"I'm sorry." He says rubbing the water over my face swiping my hair slightly back in a gentle manner.

As the water drops into my mouth a little it finally dampens allowing me to hydrate myself barely but it helped.
I felt slightly dazed and confused the dehydration clearly taking a hold of me.
"The sky's grey." I mutter out seeing a little airy fairy.

Michael only chuckles at me taking a strand of hair and not taking his eyes of me but mine are on the sky above.
"Remind me to not do that again." I say.
As I turn my gaze up to Michael I take my hand travelling up to his chin as I cup it in my palm. I brush my fingers over the stubble,
"Who knew Michael grows beards." I sounded like a little kid Michaels serious face turned to a faint smile as he grabbed my hand holding his chin.

"You really need some water lena" as if on que the rain began to pour through the trees. I closed my eyes feeling the water surface my skin it was heavenly. I felt Michael combing my wet hair with his fingers, I could of stayed like that for a long time. I exhaled ravished by the rain droplets I was so thankful for.

"What happened?" I ask with my eyes still shut.
"I don't want to talk about it." He dismisses me quickly, clearly whatever happened wasn't good. He was rather in despair but he was showing compassion towards me somehow. I felt him shifting under me and I lifted my head up from his leg allowing him to move.

I'm finally sitting up like Michael he's staring at me intently watching my every inhale.
"Stand up." He says I copy him as he stands but he held out his hands allowing me to lean on him with my weak stance.
Without warning he quickly swoops me up bridal style earning a help from me.

"Don't get used to it." He says with a smile, as he starts to walk. I wrap my hands around his shoulder earning a little look from Michael with his eyebrow cocked up. I admired him in that moment, it may not have been anything to him, but to me he was showing me some compassion. I stared at him a little while as we traced through the forest, his messy blonde hair bouncing with every step, his fit ridden cheeks still shining through those miraculous cheekbones. His lips agape slightly and his illuminating eyes that were drowned in looming sadness.

After nearly an hour of walking Michael was silent and clearly irritable. His face was stern he was either disappointed or upset with his attempt at talking to his farther. I didn't try to question him I just hoped he would enlighten me of what we were doing.

Eventually we were both soaked, but I wasn't cold the warm Californian air was humid enough to keep the heat in. I felt my strength regaining and I felt sorry for Michaels poor arms.
"Michael let me down in fine."
"You sure are you still in loopy land?" He looks down at me as he stops moving. He had a small smirk on his face but barely recognisable for Michael it was so timid.
"Come on let me down!" I smile at him. He pulls an 'whatever you say' face as he gradually lets me feet meet the floor. His hands grip my arms as I stand a little too hard like he's scared I'm gonna break.

"Michael I'm fine really." I reassure I realise I was lucky to be wearing a cardigan right now, my white dress was drenched and becoming transparent. The cardigan just about covered the areas I didn't want to be transparent right now if you catch my drift. I looked down at my dress seeing how see through it had been my stomach and apparent tones showing through, Michael noticed me glaring down and he gave me a wicked smirk. Ahhh there was the Michael I knew. He gave me a wink before walking ahead, I sighed continuing to follow and fudge out way through.

When we arrived to the edge of the forest the city was dingy and dark the rain eventually stopping. I was glad to see some sign of life other than trees and Michael. I was clueless as to what michael was planning on doing or where we were going, he looked around the city like a lost puppy. He was suddenly aware there were people around and like a protective parent he quickly grabbed my hand pulling me to his side. I smiled down to the floor I couldn't tell you why, it just made me smile.

We walked through downtown until eventually a Michaels head turned to an alley. He made a sharp turn and began to stagger down the alley, to be honest I didn't know how he was still walking.

I notice the small door he's walking towards and I get slight chills down my spine. Whatever this was it didn't look inviting.
The man let us in the dark entrance and I couldn't take my eyes off the upside down crucifix hanging by the door. Clearly we were in the right place...

Michael lets my hand fall as we walk down the steep little stairs. He turns back to me shooting me a little reassurance in his face. I ignore it listening to the anxiety beginning to fizz in my body.

We enter the grand room slipping into a row in the back. Surrounded by people in black capes. It became apparent pretty quickly this was a satanic church.