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(Triggering parts in this, do not read if you aren't comfortable with it.)

Maekayla's point of view

I sat on the kitchen counter, munching on an apple. This was the healthiest fruit we had, so I just grabbed it. I also had a bottle of cold water beside me because the juice has too much sugar in it.

"You're going to break the counter," I heard someone say and I looked. There was Michael with the jug of orange juice in his hands. "I'd recommend getting off of it."

I nodded and got off of the counter, trying to ignore his, 'woah, earthquake,' comment when I hopped off. I looked at the not even half eaten apple and suddenly didn't feel very hungry anymore.

"You're right," I muttered and threw the apple in the garbage. I walked out of the kitchen with my bottle of water and went up to my room.

I shut the door and thought about it. I lifted my shirt up and all I saw was flab. I grabbed my stomach and tears sprung to my eyes. I ran to my bathroom and got on to my knees.

I stuck two fingers down my throat and tried to throw up what I ate. As soon as it came up, I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet. I stood up and washed my hands. I brushed my teeth and used mouth wash to ensure no one could tell I just threw up.

I brought my sleeves down and wiped my eyes. I went to my room and sat on my windowsill. I had a small couch there and I love staring out the window. I leaned my head on the window and closed my eyes.

My shoulders shook and I couldn't stop the tears that fell. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry. I wiped my eyes and hide them behind my bangs.

My stomach rumbled but I ignored it. I need to lose weight. I need to be perfect for Michael and for my parents. Maybe then they'll actually care for and love me. Or at least treat me as I'm apart of the family.

Maybe then Michael would be proud enough to call me a sister.

I heard a knock on the door and I shook my head. I don't want anyone in here. I want to be alone. There was another knock but I didn't answer. I heard a groan and then my door swung open.

"Calum told me to ask if you want to go out with us. We're going to the mall because I need a new acoustic." He said and my eyes fell on the one he gave me back in year eight. It was all black and I kept it in the best condition that I could.

That was back when he actually thought of me as a sister, not as a disappointment.

I shook my head and closed my eyes. He closed the door and I smiled smally. I sighed and opened the window. I needed some fresh air.

I sighed as the cool wind blew into the room and I stuck one leg out of the window as I sat on the window's wooden frame. My eyes darted to the guitar again and I got up.

I grabbed it and then took my seat back on the window's frame. I placed it on my lap and looked at it. It was dust free and shiny. It had an M carved into the bottom from a thirteen or fourteen year old Michael with a knife.

I smiled and ran my thumb over the letter. I don't know if it was meant for my name or his, but I liked it. I fixed it on my lap and plsced my hand on the neck of it.

I put my fingers on a chord and started strumming it. It was tuned perfectly aswell. I play it every now and then, so I turned it whenever I did to make sure it was still right.

"If today was your last day," I sang, surprising myself with how raspy I made my voice sound. "And tomorrow was too late, could you say goodbye to yesterday?"

I smiled to myself as I played, forgeting there were other people in this house and that everything in my life was screwed up. I nodded my head along with the song and tapped my foot to the beat.

Music was my life, but I really did not have a musical bone in my body. It was all Michael. He's the talented one between us two. He's the better one. The better sibling. I lived in his shadow. Always being compared to him and always being told to be more like him.

I switched into another song and started singing that. It was by All Time Low and it was called 'Jasey Rae'. I loved this song more than I loved myself. I loved everything more than I loved myself.

I sang it quietly and closed my eyes. I didn't need to look at my fingers much anymore because I spent almost everyday practicing the chords ever since the year six. I know where they are by heart.

I opened my eyes and looked out of my window. "I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar," I sang. I looked at the neck of the guitar real fast and then looked up.

When I finished I heard clapping and I almost fell off of my seat. "That was amazing," I heard someone say and I looked. There stood, Ashton I believe, and I blushed.

"Thanks but I'm not that good," I said and he rolled his eyes. He closed the door and walked over. "Michael's the one with the musical talent."

"You're pretty good too," he said and I smiled a small smile. "Can I see it?" he asked and I nodded. I carefully handed it too him and he took it from me. He sat on my chair right beside me and then looked at me.

"You don't know who we are, do you?" He asked and I shook my head. "Then I'll play a song we wrote," he said and gave me a charming smile. I rolled my eyes and he started strumming his guitar.

"Even though my dizzy head is numb, I swear my heart is never giving up," he sang and I almost cried. He had such an amazing voice and the song was so beautiful.

By the time he finished, I was actually in tears. "Is my singing really that bad?" he joked and I shook my head. "My guitar playing? Maybe I should stick to drums."

"It was so beautiful, I cried." I said and he laughed. "Why aren't you with the other boys?" I asked him after a moment of silence and he shrugged.

"I just felt like you needed some company here." He told me as he strummed random strings. "No one deserves to be alone, or left out. It's a terrible feeling."

I agreed with him quietly and we sat in silence, well, no one spoke. The sound of random strings being strummed and chords being played filled the room.

"I think it's an appropriate time to get to know each other," he said and I looked at him. "We know names, not personalities and everything else. Why don't you go first?" he said and I nodded, agreeing to the little game.

"There's not much to me. My name is Maekayla and I love music. I'm going to uni in a year or so and I love the band All Time Low." I said. "My favorite song is 'A Daydream Away'."

"We know the All Time Low guys," he said as if it wasn't a big deal. "They're cool, really dirty and funny though." he said and I chuckled.

"Those are the best people," I said and he agreed. "It must be amazing to be able to work with other famous bands. Especially if you like them."

"I know, it's surreal." he said. "But it's my turn now. My name is Ashton and I play drums in my band. I have two actual siblings but the other guys are like my brothers."

I nodded and looked down at him as he continued speaking. "I don't understand why Michael never told us about you. You're pretty cool." he said and my small smile faded.

"We don't have the best relationship at the moment." I said, not lying. "We had a... fall out before he left for tour and now we're not really talking."

"You guys will figure it all out, I promise." Another promise that someone can't keep. "After all, family has to stick together." He said and I nodded.

"Yeah," I trailed off.

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