Losers// m.c.

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"Mom!" I heard Emily yell from downstairs.

"What?" She called back.

"It's Michael." Emily said.

"What did he do now?" My mom said.

I heard footsteps come up the creaky stairs we had. Then footsteps coming towards my room. The door opened. I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't open fully.

I could feel my mom's eyes looking at me. I sighed. "Take a picture mom, that'll last longer."

"What happened?" She said concerned.

I let a sigh out. "Now you care what happens to me?" I say. "I brake my hand and you yell at me for it. But I get beat up and you want to help me."

She walked towards me. "Let me help."

I shook my head. "You're not going to." I looked at her. "The one thing you can do to help me is divorce that son of bitch. He did this."

"Jake did this?" She said confused.

"Who else do you think it would fucking be?" I say with angered tone to my voice. "It's always him. It's always him."

"I'm calling an ambulance." She said.

"Do whatever you want. I can't fight back anyways." I say as she walked out of my room to grab the phone.
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"How did this happen?" The doctor asks me as he bandaged the cuts in my side.

"Got beat up after school." I lied as I winced with pain.

"How did you make it back home?" He asked.

"My friend found me pasted out on the school grounds."

The doctor believed me. "We're going to keep you over night just to finish some things." I nodded. "Is there anyone you want to see?"

I breathed in. "My friend Violet Peters."

The doctor nodded. "Do you have a way to call her?" I nodded again reaching for my phone. The doctor nodded. "Well, when she gets here we'll send her in."
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"Michael?" A small voice say. I groaned in response. "Violet is here to see you."

I opened my good eye. "Okay." I say trying to sit up in my bed. Then a sharp pain ran up my side. I winced.

"Just lie down." Violet said putting her hand on my shoulder and pushing me back down. She looked at me up and down. "You," she paused. "um, look great."

"Stop lying to make me feel better about what I look like right now." I reply looking at her. "Just tell me I look like shit."

She looked down. "Yeah, you really do look like shit." She reached out for my hand. "Can I take your hand?" I nodded as her cold hands wrapped around mine. "How long are you here for?"

"Just over night I think that's what the guy said. I didn't really get what he was saying, I think I was in and out of consciousness." Violet tightened her grip on my hand. I looked at her. "Why do you look so sad?"

She shook her head. "It's nothing Michael."

I let go of her grip and placed my hand on her face. "If your on the verge of breaking down into tears, then something is wrong. So tell me."

"Some people were making fun of me." She looked down. "I'm used to it. It's no big deal. I can deal with it."

I shook my head. "I don't want you to go through what I go through. What did they say about you?" I said getting slightly defensive.

"Loser, outcast, idiot, and some others." She looked down. "It's what I always get called."

"Do you tell people about it?" I ask.

She shook her head. "No." She looked at me with tears forming in her eyes. "If I had friends and a family that listened to me I would be telling people."

I took her hand. "Violet, you have me." I looked at her. "You have me. I'm your friend. I bet Calum's your friend too."

She smiled. "Thanks Michael."

"Come here." I say trying to move myself to the other side of the bed. "Lie down with me."

"I shouldn't. I don't want to hurt you." She said cautiously.

"I'm already hurt. You can't do anymore damage." I say. "Just lie with me. I need someone to hug."

She slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Can I rest my head on your shoulder?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I respond.

She lied her head on my shoulder. Her soft blue hair rubbed against my face as she adjusted her head on my shoulder. She looked up at me. "You'd look good with bright red hair."

I smiled. "You think." She nodded. "Maybe you could dye it for me."

"Maybe I will." She laughed. She sighed and then yawned.

"You can fall asleep if you want to." I say quietly.

"Goodnight Michael."
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•Next morning•
I hadn't slept that night. Violet was still sound asleep on my shoulder.

I looked at her. She was beautiful. She was different. She was her own person. She was what I liked. She was the girl I'd dreamed of.

"Good morning." A quiet voice said interrupting my thoughts.

I smiled. "Morning." I say. "Sleep well?"

"I did." She said. "Did you?"

I shook my head. "I didn't sleep at all."

She pushed closer to me. "You know what I just realized?"

"What?" I asked.

She gave me a quiet laugh. "We're just two losers lying in a hospital bed together and we didn't kiss or have sex."

Note: Already my relationship goals and they're not even dating yet.

Well, if anyone follows my Instagram (@thefault_in_our_5sos) I've been posting my Muke story Scars. If you want to read it on there you can.

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