Michael Clifford's Secret Sister

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Maekayla's point of view

I laid on my bed, one of Max's hoodies on and a pair of black jeggings. I was curled up into a ball under my blankets, my tears soaking the pillow I had my head rested on.

Numerous of times the boys walked in and tried to get me up. They attempted to get me to eat bacon and eggs, but I refused to. They tried to get me to get out of this bed, but I didn't budge. They begged me to at least drink something, but I wasn't going to.

"Kayla," I heard someone sigh. I knew that tone of voice and disappointed sigh. "You need to do something. You can't just lay down in bed like this for the rest of your life." Calum said and I ignored him.

He didn't understand. I just lost one of the people who kept me here today. I just lost one of the people who meant the world to me. I just lost the one person who knew me better than I knew myself.

It's been a day and yet he acts as if it's been a month. There is nothing wrong with being sad over the fact someone extremely close to you died. He is overreacting and making me seem like what I'm doing is wrong.

I buried my face in my pillow and pulled the sleeves of the hoodie down some more. I turned my body so my back was to him and then I looked outside of my window.

I hated how it was so bright outside. It made me mad for some reason. How could the world be so happy when Max just died? How can the birds chirp and sun shine? It should be raining and it should be thundering. The sky should be crying with me. The wind should be blowing and the trees should be shaking.

I ignored the dip in the bed and hand on my side. I ignored the words Calum said to me and the way his thumb ran in circular motions on my side. His words were mumbled and went in one ear and out the other.

"Calum, she's not going to respond. Leave her. She lost someone extremely important to her, she's sad and needs some time to herself." Luke's voice said and I buried my head in my pillow.

"I'm worried, that's all." Calum said and my heart broke a bit. I felt guilty I was worrying him, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I was going to stay silent and I was going to stay in my room.

"We all are but it's normal to be like this Calum. Just give her some time and she will respond to us and eat again." Luke said and then I heard a sigh. The dip in the bed left and soon, the door was being shut.

I fought the urge to look and I reached for my phone. I went to my music and played the playlist full of bands Max and I would listen to together. He'd have his arm around my waist tightly and his head buried in the back of my neck. Our legs would be tangled together and we'd have our eyes closed.

Tears sprung to my eyes at the memory and I wiped them away. I cuddled into my pillow and listened to the sound of Bon Jovi's voice fill the air. The song 'Bed Of Roses' filled the room and I cried to the song.

"About love, the truth, what you mean to me and the truth is, baby you're all that I need..."

We weren't together anymore, and he broke my heart before, but I loved him. He was my best friend before we dated. He was my everything. He kept me sane and now, how am I supposed to live without him? How am I supposed to sleep at night when he committed suicide with the thought that I hated him?

I cuddled my pillow even more and a sob escaped my lips. I shook my head and squeezed my pillow as if it would hug me back. I needed a hug. I needed someone to just hold at the moment but I couldn't bring myself to speak up.

As if the boys knew what I was thinking, there was a knock on my door. "Kayla? Do you want me to bring you up any ice cream? Ashton had gone out and got buckets." I heard Luke's familiar voice.