Promise // Michael Clifford

Michael

I walked down the stairs with Gina at my side. She clutched my hand. "It's okay Gina," I said, "He's not going to do anything to you." "I don't care about that. He's going to kill you. You're already dead," she cried. I pulled her to me. "I promise I'll be fine," I said. "That's a lie and you know it," she sassed, sitting down on the couch.

I sighed, sitting next to her. She was right. I was dead. Luke walked in just then. I smiled weakly. Gina buried her face in my chest. "Please don't kill him," she cried. I put my arm around her, comforting her. "I guess that means you got your memories back," Luke sighed. She nodded. Why didn't she tell us? "I didn't tell you guys because I just wanted it to be Michael and I just for a while. I was going to tell you this morning," he sighed.

"Look Gina, I'm not going to kill Michael. He's just banned from ever seeing you again. And from setting foot in this house," Luke said, touching her shoulder. "Fuck you," she said, shoving him away. I sighed. "I'll leave," I mumbled. "No," Gina said, "I don't want to lose you too." "He has to go Gina," Luke seethed, "Before I kill him for touching you." She slapped him. Hard. I could already see a mark of her hand forming. "I'll just go babe. It'll be fine," I smiled weakly.

When I walked into my house, I threw my keys at the wall. Fuck. Why did it have to be Gina? Why couldn't I have fallen for one of my fans? Or some stupid girl that I met in school? Why did it have to be the only girl in world that I can never have? Gina.

I walked into my kitchen, and opened a cabinet. I threw a large glass bowl at the wall. It broke into a million pieces. I sat down on the floor in the middle of the glass shards and broke down crying. My hand fell on a piece of glass, and I felt my skin rip open. But I felt nothing. All I could feel was the undeniable dread of knowing that I would have to spend the rest of my life away from the only person I've ever loved. There was a shard of glass going completely through my hand, but I felt nothing.

I called Calum, and asked him if he'd drive me to the hospital. "What happened?" he asked. "Luke."

And that was all I needed to say. He said he'd be there in a few, and he told me not to move. I knew that I had to go to the hospital, but I didn't want to go. I wasn't in the mood to deal with others. I didn't want to leave my house ever again. But I had to. I knew that my hand would probably need stitches.

When Calum walked in to my kitchen, his mouth dropped open. "How are you not screaming in pain?" he asked, his eyes trained on the large piece of glass sticking out of my left hand. "To be honest, I don't feel anything," I sighed. I glanced at my hand and my eyes widened too. There was a giant pool of blood surrounding it, and the glass looked like it was going through one of my bones. "Holy shit." Calum nodded. "Let's get you to the hospital."