Demon ∞ l.h.

∞ Chapter Twelve ∞

sorry about the mix up for the last chapter guys, I didn't mean to post that one. This was meant to be the chapter I posted then. I've already fixed it up so there is no problems anymore. Continue on with your reading :)

∞ Flashback ∞

Missouri winters were brutal. Icy and windy, the weather always seemed to bring out another side of nature. What was once peaceful and green had become a barren wasteland of snow and sleet.

That's all that went through my mind as I laid bleeding on the road, next to the upside down car containing my boyfriend and his mother. They hadn't moved since the car had crashed, but I refused to believe that they were dead.

They couldn't be dead. Michael wasn't dead, and neither was Karen. Michael had promised me too much, he said he'd take me to my senior prom, finish school and travel the world, he's promised to always be there.

We had laid on his bed for hours at a time, our hands playing with the other, talking about the future. We'd talked about the small, shitty apartment we'd buy together and how we'd paint the rooms but get distracted by flicking paint a teacher other. And as we laid there, he said that one day he'd get down on one knee for me, because he already knew that I was the girl for him, and I already knew that he was the guy for me.

But as I lay cold on the icy ground, feeling the blood trickling down my face mixing with my tears, I knew that this was no longer my future. Michael was most likely dead, and I was sure that I wasn't far behind him from the amount of blood that was pooling around me.

Turning my head slightly, I watch as my blood drips into the snow and quickly freezes. Had I not been in such extreme pain and emotional torment from laying not even three metres from the dead body of my boyfriend, I would have found the image quite beautiful. Dark red on the stark white was almost poetic in a way.

But Michael's body was indeed laying a few feet from me. His normally green and vivid eyes stared unseeing and glassy at me. His arm was still extended into the backseat of the car, like he was still reaching for me even after I had crawled my way over the shattered glass of the windows and onto the tarmac. I was hoping that a car would hit me, believing death to be a better option then have to see him lying there any longer.

Time passed and eventually the sounds of sirens filled the air. And as the world got louder and louder with the voices of paramedics and the police, all I could focus on was that the stereo had somehow managed to survive the crash. A new song was slowly playing on the radio, and amongst all the noise of cars and emergency vehicles, I could still make out the lyrics.

'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,

You make me happy when skies are grey,

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away'

I couldn't take it anymore, and I closed my eyes, trying to block out the words that seemed to echo in my head. The paramedics surrounded me, demanding that I stay with them, to stay awake- to stay alive. But all I wanted was to lay here and die.

Please don't take my sunshine away

But it was too late. Michael Gordon Clifford was pronounced dead at 6:54pm, on the 4th of January, 2010.

Please don't take my sunshine away

Died on impact, the paramedics said. He should have survived, they said. He would have survived, had he not turned around to look at me.

Please don't take my sunshine away

I didn't know what was worse; the fact that I was the reason why he had died, or that I had survived when I wanted to do nothing more than die.

Please don't take my sunshine away

The sky was dark with night, and my sunshine had been taken from me forever.

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