happy families :: m.g.c.

0.7

michael had managed to get away.

he had not looked over any details that would bring his house of cards crashing down again.

he had made it to his destination, a small run down house about thrity kilometres (or eighteen miles) from rikers island where he had once been imprisoned.

but he knew they would never have been able to keep him there long. after all, you can never hold down an angel.

"how did you get here?" james, a young man of twenty one, asked michael as soon as he walked through the creeking door.

"i walked." michael said simply, and walked to his old room. he looked around, remembering everything. he ran his fingers over the dusty wooden desk, the crumpled blanket on his thin single mattress and along the words painted in red over the grey walls.

life hurts more than death