Punk Rock // m.clifford

0.9// shitty place

I am not completely sure what happened a few days ago. In fact, I don't remember much at all. My name is Annerose Palmer. I was 18 years old. I was from Britain. That's it.

The doctors tried to notify me that it was because of the overdose and the blood loss that I had temporary amnesia, and that it should all come back eventually. But for now, I could make myself whoever I wanted to be.

Many people came into my room to see me, but none of them really cared for me that much, except for these two girls, Alice and Marie. They almost sobbed when they saw me.

However one guy in specific caught my eye with his red-colored hair. The red-haired guy trotted towards me and knelt beside my bed, "Annie, do you remember me?"

"Am I supposed to? Are you my boyfriend or something?" I asked and his face dropped, making me feel terrible about not remembering him.

"No, not yet," Michael chuckled, wiping the frown off his face and replacing it with a smile, "I know you don't remember, but I was supposed to leave today. But I'm not going to anymore."

"Why wouldn't you leave?" I asked, his cheesy smile passing onto my face as if it was contagious, "It seems like a pretty shitty place to be in."

"It definitely is, yeah, but you need me, so I'm staying," He grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, making me smile. Maybe this guy was my boyfriend.

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Michael's POV-

I didn't know what had happened, really.

All I know is that I was deep asleep one night, and I wake up to sudden ruckus and chatter outside my room.

I got up, ready to form a scene, but as I stepped outside and looked down the hallway, there were people lined up next to their doors, hands over their mouths and with pitying looks on their faces. Under this lighting, they looked sick, not flu sick, yet a sick that might not be even curable.

Then, I looked straight in front of me and even though there were nurses covering my view, I saw Annie lying there, a tube connected to her nose as it helped her breath.

I felt sick. Frankly, I don't know why, but I began to tolerate this girl all of the sudden. And I couldn't help but wonder what had made her do this.

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The guys showed up in the morning, ready to take me away and say goodbye to Annie. That's when I told them, "She's hospitalized; no one is allowed in yet."

"What's wrong?" Luke asked, his eyes glistening in pure innocence.

I shrugged and shook my head, "I don't know, but I need to know."

Ashton stepped forward and gave me a hug, one that I gave back. All of the sudden, my eyes got water-y as everything settled in. But I didn't know why. Well, I had a faint idea, but it was one that was so far fetched. It couldn't be.

As Ash pulled away, he asked, "You really like this girl."

My heart stopped, dropped, and rolled around in my stomach as if there was a fire inside my ribcage, wishing to burst out. I liked Annie. And she might die. "Yeah, I guess I do."

As I sniffled, we stayed quiet for a little while, stood in a circle. We must have stood around for a few minutes, and then, Luke spoke, "So, are you staying?"

"I'm not saying that," I sighed. But I meant it. I wanted to stay. I wanted to be there for Annie. I needed to be there.

"But you're implying it," Ashton defended, smiling sympathetically at me.

I stayed quiet. But Calum placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled, "See you later, kid. Go get her."

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Ik its kinda short but hey, its eventful

annie is hospitalized and mikey admitted he likes annie

also

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