I'd Dye For You || m.c.

Chapter 30

Michaels POV

How many times can she scare me half to death?

This is the second time in a month that she's scared me that she's going to die.

I mean the first time was my imagination, or rather my dreams, but I'm still counting it.

All I wanted to do right now was carry her back to the car and drive her all the way back home so we could cuddle up in my bed and just sleep forever.

Just forget about everything.

About everyone.

I'm really sick of all the shit that's been going on lately with Zayn and Cameron. I just really want it all to be over and done with so Zoë and I can be honest about how we really feel about each other.

I know that we're both hiding something from each other, and quite honestly, we could just tell each other what it was now but there's too much going on. We wouldn't really be honest with each other.

Actually, that's a lie.

I would be honest with her about exactly how I feel. I would tell her everything that has went through my mind since the first time that I saw her. I would never, ever, ever let her go.

"Thank you." She whispers after she finally calms down.

"Don't even think I wouldn't do it again in a heartbeat." I tell her, wrapping my arms around her.

There was a short silence before I heard her breathing shutter slightly. I knew that something was coming.....and I knew it wasn't going to be good.

"Michael......." She whispers.

"Yes?"

I wait for what she's going to say but nothing comes out of her mouth. She just lays with her head on my chest, eyes closed, with a torn look on her face.

"You can tell me anything Zoë." I murmur into her ear.

"I-I, I c-can't." She whimpers out.

"Yes you can. I'll always listen. I'll always understand." I encourage her.

"N-no. You don't understand, Michael." She says, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

I look down at her with a concerned gaze. I whisper softly into her ear in an attempt to calm her down.

"Stop." She says getting up off my chest, sitting up, and wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

"Zoe, seriously what's wrong?" I ask, sitting up as well.

"No, no, no! Why does this always happen?" She hisses to herself.

"Why can't you do anything right? Stupid!" She screeches a little louder.

"It's all your fault. It's all your fault you stupid bitch. It's all. Your. Fault." She screams to herself, rocking back and forth slightly.

Oh my god. The devil has possessed my best friend.

"Zoë, you need to calm down." I say grabbing her shoulders, trying to get her to look at me.

She slowly lifts her head enough for her eyes to meet mine. I see her green eyes being darkened by the tears flowing from them. Even though her purple hair has fallen down in front of her face, she doesn't try to swipe it away.

"I can't do this anymore Michael." She whispers through her tears.

"What do you mean?" I ask shaking my head, trying to understand what just came out of her mouth.