Brooklyn Baby (CALM OT4)

4- Cry Baby

A week has passed since Michaels dilema.

A week has passed since the three men brought Michael back to his apartment.

A week has passed since Michael started seeing things, seeing people.

Everywhere Michael turned, he saw one of the three men he thought he dreamt about. If you asked him what happened on last tuesday, the black haired boy would simply shrug his shoulders. That whole day was a complete blur of time to him.

Unfortunately ever since then, Michael hasn't slept a single hour. The pills he found on his window sill have been keeping him wired, especially now that he thought he was seeing things, Michael was simply paranoid.

He flipped his empty apartment inside out looking for his stuffed lion, Daniel. That truly was the only thing keeping Michael somewhat sane, but at this point? He was so done.

Running on whatever sleep he had last tuesday, and his remaining pills, he thought this was finally the week he would die.

His body ached as he trudged down the streets in hopes of running into his original dealer,

Chris.

'God, what had happened to Chris?' Was all Michael thought about anymore. The man wouldn't pick up his phone and wouldn't return any of the addicts calls. It was worrying Michael since that's the only person he ever had human interaction with, even if it was in a sad and pathetic way.

Michael was smoking a cigarette, and to no surprise, it was his last one. A lot of things were Michaels lasts recently.

His last cigarette, his last pill, and hopefully soon it would be his last breath.

He really couldn't take much of what the world projected onto him. Remember when Michael said this punishment wasn't too bad? He would take that statement back in a heartbeat. The poor boy just craved death so badly, and at this point he was ready for his broken heart to simply stop beating.

He walked into the familiar alleyway, leaning back against the wall before sinking down to the cracked cement. He brought his knees up to his chest and just cried, it didn't happen often but he couldn't stop it anymore. He was exhausted, weak, tired of existing in such a cruel world.

He just wanted to die with his stuffed lion in his arms, but now he wasn't sure he'd get the chance.

Sobs wracked through the small boys, frail, body. People continued walking by, paying no mind since emotional breakdowns on the streets of Brooklyn weren't that uncommon. Michael truly felt so useless, like he was such a cry baby.

He just sat there for what felt like hours, crying his heart out in a dirty alleyway that he has grown used to, something that shouldn't have happened in the first place.

Luke, Ashton, and Calum on the other hand were parked in a car not far from where their play toy was crying. Across the street directly in front of the alleyway to be precise. They've been stalking after the boy, hoping that their plan was working. To their satisfaction, it was.

Ashton sat, scrolling through messages on his phone while Luke and Calum kept eyes on the boy.

The following Wednesday after last weeks events, the three had a good talk with Christ, Michaels assigned dealer. They not only took him off supplying for Michael, but killed him all together. The man was too nice for his own good, especially in a business where you had to grow some balls.

Luke sighed as he watched the shaking boy, release all his pent up sadness and anger into one crying session. A part of him was getting impatient that he had to wait so long to drive such a pretty, innocent, boy insane, but the other part of him was relieved that their plan was finally being put into motion.