Schizophrenia|| 5sos #Wattys2015

Michael

•Flashback•
"Now Mr. Clifford," the judge said to my father. "You've been in rehab for how long?" My father laced his fingers together and sat forward towards the microphone. "I was out there when my son was 8 and he is 19 so 11 years." The judge nodded. "Why were you put in rehab again?" My dad looked down. "Drugs and alcohol addiction, your honor." The judge nodded. "You said your son was 8 when you left?" He nodded. "Yes, my son was 8 when I left. I never saw him until a few days ago when he came to visit." The judge nodded. "And now your son's name is Michael, am I correct?" My father nodded. I could the tears run down my father's face. "Please your honor with all do respect can we stop talking about my son." The judge looked back at her papers. "Alright." She said. "Your counselor wrote here that you could be released soon." He looked up. "What?" She nodded. "You heard me correctly Mr. Clifford, you will be released soon." He looked towards me. "Court dismissed." She yelled hitting the wooden gavel.

I stood in the lobby waiting for him. "Michael." A voice said. I turned. "Dad." I pulled him into a hug. "Don't fuck this up like you did last time you got released." He pulled away. "I promise nothing will happen." I smiled.

"How did the court go!" My mom yelled from the kitchen. I walked in and say at one of the stools. "Okay I guess. They started to talk about me. Dad mentioned me when they asked him how long he was in rehab. Then the judge started to ask questions about me." I said bitting my lip. "That's it?" She asked. I shook my head. "Then what else happened?" I looked down. "Dad's coming home." She looked up. She dropped the pan and brought her hand up to her mouth. "Mom, are you okay?" I said standing up. She nodded. "I'll be back in a minute." She said walking out. I sat back down on the stool. I sighed.

•one week later•
"I'll go and get dad, okay?" My mom nodded. "Okay," she said. I sighed walking out the door. I walked out to my car and just sat there. I watched my mom walk into the living room. She sat down on the couch her head in her hands. I looked down. "Maybe everything will be better." I said to myself pulling out of the driveway.

"Who are you here for?" The man at the front desk asked. "Daryl Clifford." I said. "He's still packing up something's." I nodded walking over to the waiting area.

I sat there waiting for him. I pulled out my phone and looked at the time. 2:30. I'd been sitting for over an hour. I sighed standing up and walking to the man. "Excuse me?" I said. The man looked up. "Yes?" I looked around. "Where is my dad?" The man sighed. "What his name again?" I rolled my eyes. "Daryl Clifford." The man looked back at his computer. He looked back at me. "He's not supposed to have visitors today. Come back another time." I shook my head. "The judge told my father that his counselor was letting him be released." The man shrugged. "I don't make the rules kid." I shook my head walking out of the rehab facility.

"Where's your father?" My mom asked me as I stormed into the house. "Why don't you call the fucking place! They told me he couldn't get released!" I yelled. "Michael, just calm down we can get this taken cared of." She said. I shook my head. "He said he wouldn't fuck this one up, but he lied. He fucked it up."
•Flashback over•

My eyes fluttered open to see my mom looking at me her eyes blood shot. I turned my head towards her. She looked at me with a smile on her face. "Doctor!" She yelled. A doctor ran in. "Holy shit." The doctor mumbled. The doctor slowly pulled the breathing tube out of my throat. I coughed. "What happened?" I asked my voice cracking and my whole body hurting. My mom looked at me. "You got in a car accident." I blinked. "What?" She nodded. "Michael, you almost died." I shook my head. "Luke?" I said. My mom looked at me. "How's Luke?" She nodded. "He's fine. I saw him about a month ago after this all happened." I shook my head. "A month?" She nodded. "Michael, there's someone here to see you. Do you want me to send them in?" I nodded. The nurse began to walk out. "What!" I yelled. "Who is it?" The nurse shrugged. "He said his name is Niall."

Note: What? Niall?

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