Michael Clifford's Little Sister

Chapter 8

***Mia's Pov.***

I went up to the room and walked in.

"Done already?" Michael asks. "Where's Calum?" He added.

"He pissed me off so I left." I told him the truth.

"Hey! Do NOT talk like that ever. I don't care if you are mad or not!" Michael yelled at me. I nodded and went to my room. I sat on my bed and brought my knees up to my chest. Then I heard Calum's voice. I leaned against the wall.

"Did Mia come back here?" He asked.

"Yea, why did she leave anyway? All she told me was that you pissed her off so she left." Michael asked. I really hope he doesn't tell him. Please Cal don't tell Michael.

"She started making out with Harry. I told her to stop or I would drag her ass up here and tell you. She got mad and stormed off." He told Michael. Oh, he's so dead.

"Wait? What? She made out with Harry?" I heard Michael yell.

"Yea." I heard Cal say quietly.

"Oh, she's so dead." I hear. I run back to my bed and took out my window. Michael walked in my room. To say he was pissed was an understatement.

"Did you make out with Harry? Don't fucking lie to me either." He told me. I just looked down at my feet and nod.

"I- I'm so-sorry. It w-won't happen a-again." I told him.

"Damn right it won't." Michael said. I looked up at him and was scared of what I saw.

"I never realized how much of a fucking slut you are." He yelled. This made me mad.

"I am NOT a slut!" I say back.

"Really because the only people I can think of that would make out with their brothers mates are sluts. I now understand why mum didn't want you anymore." Michael yelled. That hurt. I started to cry. Before I knew it I felt the sting on my cheek from being hit. Michael walked out and slammed my door behind him. I brought my knees to my chest and cried. I went onto Twitter to try and cheer up. It only made everything worse. The fans were saying mean things out me. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, I was going to have a bruise from where Michael had hit me. I got this sudden urge to cut. So that's what I did over and over and over. I watched as the blood flowed out of my wrist onto the ground. I had stopped paying attention to how many times I had cut or how deep I went. Before I knew it my arms were covered in cuts. I stood up to clean myself up, but I got really dizzy and sat back down. I looked down and saw that I went way to deep on some of them.

"Shit." I mumbled under my breath. I soon blacked out.
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***Ashton's Pov.***

"Ashton, can you go tell Mia dinner is done if she wants to eat it's out here?" Michael asked.

"Yup, sure thing." I say as I walk towards her room. I knock on her door. No answer. She's probably asleep. I opened the door and saw she wasn't on the bed. I then saw her pale body lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I ran over to her and saw her wrists were cut up. I looked at them and saw some were really deep.

"Shit, Mia. Why did you go so deep?" I mumble. I take off my shirt and wrap her wrists in it to try to stop the bleeding. When I couldn't get them to stop I tried to wake her up. When that failed I knew I needed help.

"Michael get in here now! Someone call an ambulance now!" I yell. I was so scared. I couldn't loose Mia. I can't loose my little sister.

"What is so important, Ashton? Why do we need an ambulance?" Michael asked walking in. He took one look at Mia and ran over crying.

"Luke, call for help NOW!" Michael yelled. He sat looking at Mia crying.

"No no no no no. This isn't happening. Wake up! You have to wake up!" Michael yelled as if that would make her wake up.

"Michael, she's not gonna wake up. She's loosing blood really quickly. We need help NOW." I told him. He pulled Mia into his lap and cried into her hair.

"I'm so sorry, Mia. This is all my fault. Please don't leave me. I need you here. I need you to live. You can't die you just can't." He cries. The paramedics walk in and take Mia away to the hospital. All of us boys hurry into the car and drive as fast as we could to the hospital.