Michael afton x self Insert

-Chapter two-

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Still making my way towards the bathroom, swaying side to side.
I open the bathroom door, then lock it as I enter it.

I took a small step then closed the toilet lid, then sat on it.

Hands on my head, I stare at the random tile on the hardened floor. Thinking of what I had just mistakenly done. 

Spacing out, just like I did while Michael was talking to me ages before now.

I hear a faint knock on the door, the door muffling the knock, which made it hard to hear, but somehow I still could hear the faintness of the knuckles brushing against the door.

I curiously look up, while I curl myself in my legs, hoping that whoever is there would just give me some silence and peace.
I didn't want to be confronted by Michael again. I knew he was at the door, hoping I would open it.

I then heard a woman's voice. Her voice very gentle, elegant and smoothing to hear. The way she perfectly pronounced every word, I envy that skill.

"Darling, food is ready. Michael is sitting downstairs, he wouldn't come upstairs to get you... He said you were here, why are you hiding here love?  Is everything alright...?"

I untuck my legs from my chest, I lay them down so that they're nearly reaching the floor.

I stare at the door, just staring at it. Whenever I wanted to respond back, no words could come out. It was like a someone had taken my vocal cords, then hid them. So I was stranded in no way of ever communicating ever again.

"Honey, is everything ok?.... You're not responding, if you need some alone time...I will leave you alone."

There was a gentle yet stiff sigh.
I knew I was overreacting, I should've stayed in his room and laughed it off. Now I'm sitting on a toilet. Now going to miss dinner, which the Afton's had prepared. 

I softly spoke back, my voice trembling. It hurt, my vocal cords rubbing against each other. It felt as if my throat was fill with mucus.

" Thank you for checking up on me, Mrs Afton. I'll be done in a second, I'm so sorry if took tremendously long."

I felt like such a over dramatic child, who cried if their mother never gave into their pity needs.

"Don't rush, I was just worried. Also you never took long, don't ever think that. If you need space then space should be given. You're important and your safe here. We'll be waiting downstairs."

Her high heels clicked as she walked off.

I lifted myself up from the toilet, limping, staggering, as my legs went numb with pins and needles.

I walked over to the bathroom mirror which was above the fancy sink.

I then stared at my reflection. I looked like a mess, my eyes were puffy,  maybe irritated?
My eyeliner being smudged. My hair was tossed.
My spetum was off to the right.
I just wanted to cry. I didn't want the Afton's to see me like this.
So I decided to wash my face. I plugged the drain, then let the hot water run. I then turned off the tap when there was enough water.