Smoke and Mirrors

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(this is going to be a super super short chapter just to give the few people that are still reading an update! I'm super sorry that I haven't been writting, I really have no excuse other than the fact that I've been too depressed to do much. I'll try to be better at updating but I hope that you understand)

Michael bolted into the house but I ignored him, instead I starred blankly at the monster in the mirror. My whole boy was trembling and tears were running down my cheeks. The storm shook up too many memories. They were all racing through my head, in a tornado of discomfort.

I could see my discolored veins thanks to the short sleeved shirt I was wearing, they were a pastel purple instead of the faint blue they should be. They stood out on my pale skin. I wanted to claw at my arm, and rip them from my skin. I wanted the purple to be gone, I wanted my eyes to be a soft hazel instead of this annoying purple. I wanted to be normal again. I wanted to be the girl Michael knew.
I scratched at my arm gently, leaving faint red marks to distract me from the purple. I didn't want to be what they made me, I didn't want them to win, but they destroyed me. They won. They had their successful experiment, and then some. They always told me I was special before making me feel like trash.

I felt a strong hand firmly grab my wrist, forcing me to stop scratching. I looked down to see that my arm was bleeding, I hadn't even felt it. I was to emerged in my thoughts. I looked back up to see Michael's enchanting brown eyes staring back at me. He was... Crying?
"Ann?" He said softly, in almost a whisper. All I could do was nod back. He smiled faintly and wrapped his arms around me tightly.
"What's wrong?" He said weakly, his face buried in my shoulder, I didn't understand why he was so shaken by what I did. Even so, I nuzzled my face into his neck and softly sobbed. "I'm sorry." I hated to see him so destroyed, I loved Michael I didn't want to hurt him.
Love?

Of course I love him platonically, but that word.. Maybe I love him more than just a childhood friend. No that's impossible. I'm just shaken up.

Michael pulled away from our embrace, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You scared me." He said with a faint smirk, that I could tell was fake. He was still worried and scared, and I knew it.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. What's wrong?" I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing at all. I knew my silence hurt Michael, all he wanted to do was help but I just couldn't bring myself to talk about the things they did, it was still too painful.

"Please?" He said weakly. I shook my head slightly and stared down at the ground.

"Really?" He said with a tinge of anger and hurt now. He let go of my shoulders and turned away from me. "I just want to help." I could hear his voice break as if he were going to cry. "But if you won't let me I'll stop trying." He said coldly as he stormed out of the house,

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