Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 : 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤 - 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙

Note:

- chapter contains strong language and upsetting themes!!

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I open my eyes: nothing. Just a dark abyss in front of me. I'm on the ground, there seems to be a dim glow shining on me like a spotlight. I sit up, looking around.

"Hello?!" I call out. But all I'm met with is the sound of my own voice reverberating against whatever is in this.. room? I don't know what to call it.

I stand up, clutching to my own arms and looking around. Am I dead? Am I in a dream? What's happening..?

There's a hum of something, before all the walls start to close in on me quickly. I panic- clutching to my head and covering my ears as the humming grows louder and louder. Then suddenly..

Beep.. Beep.. Beep.. Beep..

The sound of muffled voices and phones ringing in the background. I feel like shit. Like the aftermath of a night out. Was it all a dream? Where am I?

My eyes open slowly and it takes me a moment to adjust to the scene before me. I'm laying in a bed.. with white sheets. A tube is connecting into my left arm and another going up my nose. The beeping from a monitor is sounding beside me, to my right, and the TV ahead of me is running quietly: "you've just won one thousand dollars!" A game show.

What the fuck?

I groan to let anyone in the room know I'm alive and something from the corner of my eye immediately moves.

"Oh my god." It's Mike. Thank god.

He rushes up and runs over to me, sitting beside me and gently taking my hand into his own. "Y/N?"

I look over at him wearily. Everything aches. This sucks, dude. Well at least I'm back. He starts to cry again as soon as I make lazy eye contact.
"Stop getting so emotional, you crybaby." I croak with a smirk. What a way to start with my first words.

He laughs and leans over- kissing my forehead and keeping his head against mine. I smile, clearing my throat. I survived. I can't believe it. What a story to tell when I'm drunk- legendary!

He pecks around my face and I giggle, bringing my arms up and wrapping them around him. I don't think I'm ready to talk about what happened.

As if on queue, the door opens to my mom holding a cup of coffee. She sees me awake and gasps- running over and breaking into a fit of sobs. She places the cup on my bedside table and Mike pulls away from me. She hugs me tightly- crying into my shirt. I can feel the wound on my side- wrapped in bandages.

"Agh- mom, you're getting snot all over my clothes!!" I laugh and she pulls away, looking down at me angrily. Oops. Joke failed.
"I'm sorry!" She sniffles. "I think if your own daughter gets vigorously attacked- you would cry too!"

"I was just playing around!" I look at Mike who's smirking at me, resisting a laugh at how much of an idiot I am.
"Well this is no time for jokes." She says sternly, "I thought you weren't going to make it."
"Well, I did. So.." I shrug, rubbing my face. Mom then looks at Mike. Mike looses the smile and there's suddenly a tension.