Drawing blood || Michael clifford

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Michael's POV

I'm standing here on  "The Gap" , the fact that it only takes just a second to kill my living body gives me congenial feelings.  All I can think of is that I've waited thirteen years to do this, but never had the urge to actually come this far.

I climb over the railing, that is up to my waist. Standing on the actual ledge of the cliff gave me an adrenaline rush. Just one step and my pain is over. I stand here crying in silence. I put one foot off the edge, I just need the other.

Violet's POV

I'm so fucking done with life. I'm just going to run and jump.

Something catches my eye, I see a purple haired boy with pale white skin on the other side of the railing with one foot over the edge. I run as fast as I can trying not to trip over my untied laces. When I get to the railing I wrap my arms around his upper rib cage. He turns around with tears in his eyes.

"Do you need help?" he asked in a rudely manner.

"No, but don't jump." I yelled at him.

"You can't tell me what to do." he said calmly.

I swing my legs over the railings ; I'm just a couple seconds away from my necrosis sphere.

"What the hell are you doing!" he yells at me.

"I'm jumping with you." I claimed.

"No." he said.

"Why not?" I said.

"Because your just too beautiful to go to waste. Your life might not be perfect, but you can at least live it with an actual reason." he said.

I swung over the railing and I held out my hand for him to grab. He actually took my offer. I helped him over the railing.

It's around 11 pm. and the boy is just standing there. He starts to walk towards me and grabs my arm firmly.

"Oww!" I yelped in pain.

"I'm so sorry I um.. uh?" he stuttered.

 
"It's fine." I said. I'm just so glad he didn't catch on that I cut. "Do you need a ride home, or like do you need a place to stay?"

"Well like.. um.. well I kind of need a place to stay." he said shyly.

"You can I guess sleep in the guest room, if that's ok with you; and I know that we just met, but it's pretty much the only choice you have."

"Yeah, I guess that's ok." he said trying not to blush.

It started raining erroneously. The water dripping through my wrap making the blistered cuts burn; It made me cry and scream in pain.

"Are you ok?" The boy says in fear.

"Yea..OWWw!" I said trying to not scream.

"Here take this." he said handing me his long sleeve Nirvana sweater, revealing his torso.

"Thank you, but I cant take it." The only reason I said no was because I knew the blood would leak onto his sweater which would leave a imbrued smell.

"Um I don't mean to be pushy, but what's your name?" he asks shyly.

"Violet Manchester." I say with no pride at all.

"Oh...I'm.. Michael Clifford." the purple haired boy claimed.

We reach my house and I unlock the door. I take off my shoes and Michael did the same. I got to my room and get a baggy Nirvana shirt and black sweatpants and hand them to Michael.

"Here just wear these because I don't want you sleeping in wet clothing." I said,

Michael's POV

I take the clothes and notice all the details about her: The way her cheekbones were so ghastly an keen, the way her thighs balanced with her calves, the way her brown eyes were so intimidating, and the way her dark brown wavy hair was just the right size, not to long, but not to short. She was just so enticing.

"You can go change into the bathroom and I will just change out here, ok?" Violet asked.

"Ok." I said.

  I walked into the fixed hallway which had led me to the bathroom. I turn on the lights and start putting on the clothing. When I'm done I lay the wet clothing in the bathtub so the they don't get the floors wet. I walk out and see Violet on the couch watching a documentary and taking notes on her laptop.

She walks over to me and grabs my hand, so I follow her. It wasn't like anything special it was just a gesture that meant to tell me to come here. she led me down a hallway passed the kitchen and into a bedroom. Then, she walked over near the beds and fixed them and said," This is all yours for the night." she said and sat down on the edge of the bed rubbing her eyes.

"Thanks and I think you should be going to bed, instead of writing about a documentary." I suggested while pulling the covers over my body.

"Ok, Goodnight Michael." she said so pleasantly.

"Goodnight, violet ." I said warmly.

Violet's POV

I walk out of the room and walk into my bedroom. I am picturing Michael, I love his purple hair and how it sets off his skin tone, I just wish I could see him smile. He's just so beautiful I cant resist not to stare at him. I lay in my bed thinking about how I'm going to get away with skipping school tomorrow. Even though my plans were to die today, I guess I can just say that I over slept, or my aunt died.