Michael
Now I really don't like being crazy.
My eyes are met with concrete walls, with a disgusting beige tint. Grey floors, cold and bare. Encouragement posters, speaking of getting better. Yeah, feeling better my ass.
Cautiously, I walk through the metal door (they really want to leave you here to rot), and examine the room further. A single bed, a set of drawers, a mirror, and a separate area for a shower and toilet.
I drop my suitcase in the centre of the room, moving further to sit on the bed. Laying back on the mattress, I attempt to calm myself down and think about what I'm actually going to do here.
Minutes pass painfully slowly, as I hear a knock on the door. I hear keys turning and a beautiful woman meets my eye. With red velvet locks and big innocent honey-brown eyes, she smiles at me. Reading her name tag, I realise she's my nurse.
She approaches me carefully, with a trolley of bottles and papers. Medications, confirmations, registrations and invitations. A silky smooth sound leaves her lips;
"Hey Michael. How are you feeling?"
"Not too great, I guess. I mean, how did I end up here?" I attempt to lighten the mood. She giggles lightly and asks me questions. It's so hard to tell my story again but i managed to explain its basics. Tearing up, she nods with glossy eyes herself. She sniffles before she takes out the medical notes and assigns me with the medications I needed. I hated nothing more than reading those labels, it made me feel like a monster. A big scary ugly monster. I'm already half way there.
She smiles at me one last time and thanks me for my cooperation, especially for a first-timer. But she surprisingly turns around and hands me a pamphlet. I roll my eyes, figuring that it's just to make me feel more at home and shit. Nice try.
"This group is a bit different to what other hospitals usually have, but this one has worked for quite a few of our patients."
I look at the cover. It's titled 'We All Have Scars' and has a group photo taking up most of the paper's space. Sarcastically, I say that's cute, but then my mind does a double take, and I can't stop staring at the little teen blonde boy on the cover.
A/N: wHOA THIS BOOK TOOK A PERMANENT VACATION. IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE FOUR MONTHS THATS GONE BY SO FAST PLEASE ENJOY GUYS
and the picture is what michael looks like in tHIS STORY FJAZJJSKXWJU
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Insanity ➽ muke a.u
Fanfiction( girly!luke + punk!michael ) No one likes being the freak. The one parents warn the children about. The one that people get nightmares over. No one likes knowing that they're crazy. Luke understands this feeling too well. And so does Michael.
