Dark Paradise (A Michael Clifford fanfiction)

Chapter 18

The door creaked open. I saw Michael walk in with a grin on his face. He looked different."Come with me." I grabbed his hand and he walked me down the stairs. It was dark and my eyes slightly weren't adjusted, but I could make those faces out if my eyes were closed. Jack, Alex, Austin Rachel."Michael?" I turned to him with tears brimming my eyes."Shh baby it's okay." He gripped my wrists tightly behind my back as tears now streamed down my face as everyone in the room came closer."You pick." Rachel smiled a sick and twisted smile as she lifted a knife to my throat and Alex lifted a gun to my head. Jack moved closer to me and put his hands on my hips."I've missed you Violet." He said hoarsely."Michael please help." I cried, but he responded only with gripping tighter on my wrists and giving me a tiny shove."Michael please." I choked closing my eyes tight.I heard the gun cock slowly and felt the cold knife begin to move."Violet!" Michael shouted.I shot up fast from my pillow and breathed heavily. It's just a dream. It's only a dream. I tried to reassure myself like I do when I have dreams, but this time it wouldn't work.I shakily dove for the pills in my pillow case and dry swallowed two."Violet," Michael came closer, but I inched away. Alice came rushing in and pulled me close to her chest and rocked me back and forth.She mouthed for Michael to leave, but he could move he stood still Brooklyn came running in next and pulled Michael out of the room.--Michael's POV--"What happened? " I asked Brooklyn. I was completely shocked at what had just happened."She has dreams, as I'm sure you heard." I nodded. "The bad ones lead to attacks, panic attacks and depression attacks."It hurt me to know Violet was in pain.Nearly an hour later everything was calm and it was now 5am. I stirred the tea I had made for Violet and hesitantly walked up the steps towards her room.I knocked on the door lightly . "Vi? It's me, Michael."I saw the door slowly crack open. "I... umm.. made you some tea. It's blueberry."The door opened a little bit more and she peaked out with one eye shyly."You were in my dream," She said at barely a whisper."I was?" her eye was wide and insanely blue and rimmed with a dark purple, almost black.Slowly she nodded. "Why wouldn't you help me Michael?"
"She's asleep." Brooklyn told me from behind."How is she...""I don't know, but hold on." she entered Violet's room and hugged her from behind. She slowly rocked her and whispered into her ear. Violet looked around confused. "Where am I?" she asked.I couldn't help it. I wrapped my arms around and began to cry. Why am I crying? I don't cry. Ever."Violet I'm so sorry, I don't know what I did, but I'm so sorry. Violet you're perfect I don't ever want to hurt you, I would never hurt you Violet." She stood still. Tears were spilling down her face, but she showed no emotion."Michael." She said at barely a whisper and a frown appeared on her face. "Thank you." I could barely hear her say it, but she pulled me so close to her I could hear and feel her heart beat."You need sleep Vi." she nodded in agreement. Alice layed on Violets bed, she must have fallen asleep comforting her."But I'm hungry." She said which made me laugh a little bit."Come on I'll make you something." I was fully awake now and probably wasn't going back to sleep.I made her some tea and pizza bagels which we ate in a comfortable silence.
"Can we go for a walk?" She asked shyly. "It calms me.""Of course. I know a coffee shop not too far from here, I go there when I'm stressed. Want to go?" she nodded. "I'm just going to get dressed first." she told me.She came back wearing black converse, leggings and the hoodie I gave her. Her blonde and purple hair thrown perfectly into a messy bun. I smiled because she looked so effortlessly perfect. We walked down the street holding hands and completely alone, it was still dark and currently 5:45 A.M.We walked talking about nothing, but everything at the same time. It turns out we're even more alike than I thought we were. We like the same bands, books, movies, blogs on Tumblr, Twitter users, and even colors. When we got to the coffee shop it was completely empty except for the workers. We both got a caramel iced coffee, it was both our favorites.--Violet's POV--My mind ran wild. My dreams were never that vivid. I don't quite remember what happened after the dream, until Michael was crying in my arms, saying how sorry he was. I was trying to act as normal as possible, and even though that dream was a really bad one, I'm getting over it faster than I ever have before.I sipped my coffee and looked into the darkness of 6 in the morning. It's exactly how I want my thoughts to be. Quiet, calm and beautiful. No one ran crazy, or destroyed things. It's like a dark paradise here, right now.***A/N*** Yes, it's here. finally. So sorry for the wait, but I'm going to start writing the next chapter very soon. Also sorry about the paragraphs, I wrote this through email.