Michael Clifford's Secret Sister

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(Some may find the content in this triggering so yeah)

Maekayla's point of view

I sat in my dark room, barely illuminated by the moonlight, and cried into my knees. I shook my head and tried keeping my sobbing down so I don't wake up Ashton.

We had spent the whole day in my room doing whatever. He had fallen asleep and I didn't want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful and it's not like I sleep much anyways.

My shoulders shook and so did my body. I buried my head deeper in my arms and pulled myself into a tighter ball. My throat hurt as sobs escaped from it and I was surprised no one heard them. They're as loud as fucking police sirens.

My wrists itched but if I even attempted to get my blade, I'd probably get caught. I don't want to risk it. I didn't want any of them to know but Calum just had to piece everything together and figure it out.

I grabbed my wrist and looped my fingers under the rubber band I had on. I pulled it back and it snapped back down on my wrist. I didn't flinch. I didn't feel anything. It didn't work.

I ripped it off of my wrist angrily and cried. My mind swarmed with insults and I shook my head. I could hear Michael's voice in my head, it was the loudest one.

'You'll never be good enough, don't even try.' 'You've gained a lot of weight since last I've seen you.' 'Well, you look good, not.'

"Shut up," I said and I ran my hand through my hair and tugged on it. "Please," I sobbed as I rocked back and forth.

I felt crazy, absolutely mental. My head was swarming with voices and my heart was hurting. I was rocking back and forth while sobbing and all I wanted to do was drag that blade across my wrist until I couldn't feel anything.

"Maekayla?" I heard a groggy voice ask and I covered my mouth. I woke Ashton up. I'm such a fucking idiot. I should have gone somewhere else. Dammit.

"Are you okay? Are you crying?" he asked and I heard my bed creaking, showing me he was moving. The light turned on and I bowed my head.

"I'm-I'm fine," I said, though I knew he could see through my pathetic lie. My eyes were puffy and red. I was on the floor curled up in a ball. Obviously, I was not fine.

I felt someome sit down next to me and arms wrap around me. I cried into his shirt and he rocked us back and forth. He sang me a song quietly and I slowly stopped crying and calmed down.

We were now just in each other's arms and he was still singing. "And as the sun went down, we ended up on the ground," he sang quietly and I smiled smally. I loved this song.

I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat while he sang. He rubbed my back softly and I buried my head in the crook of his neck. "If I were you I'd put that away, see you're just waisted and thinking about the past again, darling you'll be okay." He sang.

"What happened?" He asked a few moments after he finished singing. "I woke up to you crying your eyes out." he said softly and I took my head out of his neck.

"I just had a breakdown," I said, my voice sounding rough and scratchy. "I'm so sorry I woke you up Ashton. I didn't mean to." I said and he shook his head.

"No no no, don't be sorry. It's fine. I'm just glad you're okay now. I'd hate to be sleeping in your bed while you're awake and hurting." He told me and I nodded, though I didn't believe him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I thought about it, debating if I had really wanted to tell him why I was crying. If I told him, it'd just cause drama between the band. God knows what would happen after that and I don't want to be the reason why million's of girls' favorite band broke up or favorite member was replaced.

I shook my head and sighed. "No, I'm fine. Maybe another time," I said and he nodded.

"It's six am," he said and I looked at my alarm clock. Fivd fifty-four am, so close enough. "Wanna go downstairs and make some breakfast. We can blast music to wake everyone up and laugh at their screams."

"You're evil," I said and he chuckled. "But that sounds amazing, I'm in." I said, although I wasn't going to eat too much, maybe a fruit or something.

We pulled away and stood up. I noticed I was in a shortsleeved shirt with barely any bracelets on and panicked. "Let me change first," I said quickly and he hummed.

The light turned on and then I heard the door open and close. I pulled my shirt off and tried my best to ignore the scars and cuts along my wrists.

I grabbed a red flannel and put it on, not bothering with a shirt under it. I buttoned it up and then walked out of my room. I went to the kitchen when Ashton was and he turned around.

"You're like a mini Michael Clifford with your dyed hair, red flannel, green eyes, and tight black pants." He joked and I cracked a small amused smile.

But the difference is that he can pull it off, I wanted to say but didn't. You didn't have to be Einstein to know he pulled off this look better than I did.

"Get the pancake mix and the bacon please," Ashton said and I nodded I grabbed both of them and handed them to Ashton. "Bacon pancakes," he said and I shook my head.

"Stoves plus pancakes plus you equals the perfect recipe for a disaster." I told him and he stopped. He nodded and agreed with me, causing me to crack another small amused smile.

"I'm doing it anyways," he said and I nodded. "Wanna start blasting some music?" he asked and I bit my lip. Michael would kick my ass...

"How about I mix the pancakes and you out music on. I want to see what music you listen to." I said. He nodded and handed me the giant bowl of pancake mix.

He walked out of the kitchen and I started mixing the batter, careful not to get any hair in it. I set the batter down and grabbed the hair tie off of my wrist. I out my hair in a messy pony tail then got back to my stirring.

Soon Miley Cyrus started playing and I rolled my eyes. "I came in like a wrecking ball," he yelled as he slid into the kitchen. I shook my head amused athis action and went back to stirring the batter

He turned the stove on a little too high and took the batter from me, not pouring enough batter in the pan. And that's when I realized this was a bad idea.