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Bad Dreams

Michael walked.

He walked...

And walked....

And walked.

He walked all the way home.

He clutched his skirt and walked in the door. He heard a rush if footsteps.

Shit

"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!"his mother yelled.

"I was out" Michael replied, trying his best not to cry.

His mum noticed the bags

"More girl clothes michael? Start being normal, would you? I don't understand why I can't have a normal son. Your worthless!" She yelled. Michael burst out into tears.

Maybe that's why luke doesn't want me. I'm worthless

Mikey ran upstairs and into his room. Pj knocked on the door.

"Mikey?"

"Not now Pj. I had a long day. We can hang out tomorrow I promise"

"Ok. Goodnight mikey, I love you. Please don't be sad"

"Nighy Pb and J, I kove you too"

And with that, his sister went yo bed. She knew to keep her space when it came to michael.

Michael sat in bed and cried.

And cried and cried and cried.

And then, he heard it.

The front door clicked.

His father was home.

Michaels dad was worse than his mom. He was out alot, working and hooking up with random people, getting drunk.

But he was always pissy when he got home.

And he always took it out on Michael.

Michael heard the familiar sounds of his dad, a few arguments and yelling between his parents before he heard footsteps.

He was coming upstairs

Michael quickly wiped his tears.

Men don't cry.

He heard 1 knock at his door before it flung open, revealing his drunk, tired dad with a beer in his hand.

"Michael what the fuck are you wearing? Another skirt?"

Shit.

Michael didn't change.

"Yeah" he mumbled.

"Michael your such a fucking screw up. Look at you. Your a fat, ugly, worthless man who wears skirts and dresses. How the hell could someone love you?" He spat.

Michael didn't hold his tears in.

He was mad already and this wasn't helping.

He made a decision.

"Why can't you fucking leave me alone!" Michael yelled.

He shouldn't have done that.

Michaels father came over, slapping his across the face, hitting him and causing him to curl up in a ball. He threw kicks and punches at him, leaving his body sore.

"Stop! Please stop" Michael pleaded.

"Stupid. Worthless. Gay. Fag" his father said ands he continued to tear away at michael.

He stopped abruptly, and jsut as michael looked up at his hust father with a beaten face and tears streaming down it, he smashed the now empty beer bottle on his head, shattering it.

Glass shards went everywhere.

"Clean this up you worthless prick" his father said. And with that, he left.

Pj came running in. She never knew about their dad hurting michael. She usually wasn't home.

"Mikey! Are you ok?" She said as she ran in.

"No" Michael said with a Crack in his raspy vocie.

He wasn't ok. The boy he loved didn't love him, he doesn't really have friends, his father beats him, and his own mother hates him. He was not ok.

Pj ran over to michael and hugged him tightly

"Mikey, why didn't you tell me that dad did this?" She said as tears spilled out of her eyes.

"I didn't want you to hate dad or think less of me for not standing up for myself" the lilac haired boy said quietly, wiping his sisters tears.

"I love you Mikey" she said as she hugged him

"I love you more" he said.

And with that, Pj went to sleep.

Michael didn't.

He went into his bathroom and removed his shirt, staring at himself.

He poked at all the scrapes and bruises, tears escaping as he stared at his reflection.

"I'm hideous" he whispered, voice cracking.

He rummaged through his drawers and picked up a blade.

He stared at it

But your 2 weeks clean he thought.

Oh well.

He dragged the blade across his stomach as he mumbled the words "fat. Ugly. Useless. Worthless. Unlovable. Fag."

When he finally put the blade down, he had about 13 new cuts. Tears spilled out of his eyes silently as he crawled into bed.

Luke hates me. He thought. He fell asleep, crying.
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"I love you mikey" Luke said as he hugged michael in front of a huge crowd.
Wow. Luke actually loved him. Maybe he was wrong all along. He had luke. That's all he needed.
Luke leaned in for a kiss, and as michael began to mimic his actions, he felt a stinging on his cheek.

Luke slapped him, and began to laugh.

"Did toy actually think I could love such a fat, ugly, worthless person? I don't love you. I love ashton." Luke laughed. "Just go kill yourself. Noone cared about you"

Michael woke up crying. Luke doesn't love him. His dream was right.

He should just kill himself.