Schizophrenia|| 5sos #Wattys2015

Michael

Recap: I sighed pulling the piece of glass out of my pocket. "Should I?" I asked myself. "Maybe everything will be better."

I stared at the piece of glass. I sat down on my bed. I placed the glass ok my nightstand. "Tomorrow." I mumbled. I fell back onto my bed. "They won't miss me." I looked at my ceiling. "Everything will be okay." My eyes closed slowly.

•Flashback•
"Mommy, what's wrong with daddy?" I asked as she pulled the covers over my chest. "He's just sick, sweetheart." I looked at her. "What type of sick?" She sighed sitting on the edge of my bed. "Mentally." She said pushing my hair out of my eyes. "Goodnight baby." She said kissing my forehead. "Mommy wait." I said grabbing her hand. She turned. "Is he coming home?" She shook her head. "I don't know."

My eyes flashed open. I reached for my light. "Mommy!" I yelled. I pulled the cover off of me. "Mommy!" I yelled again opening the door. "Stay in your room Michael!" She screamed. I walked to the stairs. I saw him beating her. "Stop!" I yelled my eyes filling with tears. My dad looked up. "You heard your mom stay in room!" I shook my head. "Leave her alone!" I screamed. He stepped over her. He walked up to the stairs. "Come here Michael. Come with me." I shook my head. "You hurt my mommy!" I ran back to my room. I slammed the door. I turned the lock. "Michael open the door!" I shook my head. "No!" I yelled running over to my bed. I pulled the covers over my head. I lied there and slowly fell asleep.
•Flashback over•

"Michael!" I heard someone yell as they banged on the door. My eyes slowly opened. I swung my legs over the side. "Coming." I mumbled to myself. I stood up. I opened my door. I stumbled down the stairs. The person banged on the door again. "I'm coming!" I yelled. I opened the door. "What?" I said my eyes still half closed. "Did we wake you?" I nodded. "Can we come in?" I nodded again. The two men walked in. "I'll be back in a second I just need to do something." The two men nodded.

I walked up the stairs back to my room and closed the door. I looked over to my desk. I grabbed the piece of paper that lied on top. I signed and wrote.
Goodbye. Find my friend, Luke Hemmings. He's at the Mayweather Asylum. Tell them I say goodbye. Goodbye...forever.

I walked back over to my door and pressed in the lock. I looked back over to my nightstand. I picked up the piece of glass. "Goodbye." I mumbled placing the sharp edge of the glass on my wrist. I fell to the ground. I could hear footsteps up coming up the stairs. "Michael open the door!" The man yelled. "No." I mumbled.

•Luke's Point of View•
I sat in the waiting area. I heard the creaking of the doors. I looked over. Two men walked in. I watched them as they walked to the nurses desk. "Is there a Luke Hemmings here?" One asked. The nurse nodded. "Why do you need him?" She asked. "It's about Michael Clifford." I stood up. "What's wrong with Michael?" The men turned. "Are you Luke?" I nodded. "Tell me what's wrong with Michael." One of the men nodded. "Is there somewhere we can talk in private?" The nurse nodded. "Follow me."

"What's wrong with Michael!" I yelled at them. "Luke, please calm down!" One man yelled. I shook my head. "Tell me what happened to Michael!" I screamed. "Sit down." I nodded. "Now tell me what happened." The men looked at each other. "Luke," one said. He paused. "Just fucking tell me." I said. "Michael killed himself."

Note: I'm sorry.

Schizophrenia might be coming to an end soon. But I don't really know where I want to leave it yet.

Asylum News: Today I found out that Asylum is number 24 in mystery/ thriller *cries*

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