Just A Girl | Sequel

Chapter 6 - Where It Started

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Present • Michael's POV

I leave tomorrow morning and if I would even come back is something I'm not so sure of now. I remember back to what happened with the mechanics at circus baby's. What happened to Jeremy. My mother. Sister.. Evan... Gregory.. y/n's dad.

So many lives were lost in the process of my stupidity. I couldn't stop it. Why couldn't I force myself too? Was I too afraid to confront of what was actually going on? Was I just too scared? A coward?

I turned to my side looking at the peaceful look of my fiancé. It was hard for me to sleep knowing she'd be here alone. I wish I could take her with me but I know damn well she wouldn't survive there. Too many bad memories..

Hours passed and I couldn't drift to sleep. I tossed the covers aside and slowly got up grabbing a pack of cigarettes I had kept hidden away. She told me I needed to quit but on days like this It was impossible to replace it with bubble gum.

I stood up walking towards the window across the room, slowly opening it.I watched the horizon, blowing out the smoke. The birds chirped their song and I was left alone to admire the sky and be alone with my thoughts. My gut had a feeling this would be my last peaceful night. Yet I still wanted to go and see for myself. Just go back and stare at the house I grew up. Stare at the pizzerias that brought immense trauma. And all because maybe it might've been a prank call. Maybe it was someone just playing a trick on me.

Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe it's all in my head. It might not even be real. A 50/50 chance is what I get. I'll either get myself killed like the two mechanics or come out alive. Hell, maybe even a zombie.

But it only had me thinking more of what my future would be like. There's still many things I wanna do with Y/n. That's why I can't allow myself to get killed by some stupid robots. That's why I will come back home half dead or alive...

I heard Y/n gasp for air. Knowing that familiar sound, she had a nightmare again. I quickly put out my cigarette and went next to her "You're okay, you're okay" I hugged her close enough. She was freezing cold. I brushed her hair out of her face. She coughed and tears ran down her cheek. "Elizabeth" she muttered out, crying harder.

"Elizabeth.. circus baby.. " she mumbled out through her cries. "It's okay baby, it's okay" I held back the fear in my voice. "You died, she died" her grip on me tighten. She cried in my chest and my heart immediately broke into pieces. Why did I put her through so much..

Time passed and her tears went dry. "Did you take your medication today?" I asked her. She shook her head "It burns my throat" she replied.

I remember taking the same medication. It was after Evan had died. I continued to see hallucinations.. nightmares at night. The ones he use to tell me about. The animatronics, large teeth, mouths, there red eyes and terrifying faces. I almost killed myself because no medication would work.

"You have to.. I don't like hearing you like this" I held her tightly. "I'm sorry" she mumbled "It's not your fault."

It's mine.