Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 19 - Pills

December 16, 2014

I had been thinking a lot about what my dad had said for the past four months. I had known that Michael's and my relationship wasn't normal, but I just couldn't take it. I had been thinking about it too much, too. I couldn't deal wi the fact that we couldn't have a normal relationship. I grabbed pills out of my bathroom, any that I could find. Michael was with Preston in the nursery at the moment, and this was the perfect time to do it.

If I couldn't have a normal relationship with Michael, I might as well not have a relationship with him at all.

I walked outside and sat on the road in front of our house. At this time of day, there was hardly ever anyone coming up this way. Occasionally Constance leaves her house for groceries, but she hadn't today.

I began to take the pills, one by one. I began to feel weird. I knew there was no going back now.

*Michael's POV*

I put Preston down into his crib and was about to go out of his room when I realized I had left my phone on the rocking chair that was by the window. I grabbed my phone and quickly looked out the window. I just glanced outside, yet I still saw Pandora lying on the road with a pill bottle in her hands. No, God, please no..

I ran downstairs and outside. I ran onto the road and checked for a pulse. There was still a pulse, so I grabbed Pandora. I picked her up and placed her on the lawn.

"Pandora! Baby, can you hear me? Please, baby, oh my god," I began crying. I checked once more for a pulse, and right as I checked, it began to slow down. Soon, it had completely stopped and there was no more pulse. I laid my head on her chest, crying. I didn't hear anything either, and that made me cry even harder.

I grabbed her body and took her down into the basement. I placed her beside where Chad had put my body, so we could be down there together. I couldn't believe she had done that. But why?

I had sat in the basement for long enough, so I decided to go back upstairs, but I avoided everybody. I just walked up into her bedroom and cried. I couldn't talk to people right now, especially her parents or Paul.

After a little while, Preston began crying. I walked out of Pandora's bedroom and into the nursery to pick him up out of his crib. I gave him a bottle and rocked him a little bit before he soon fell back to sleep.

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The next morning, I was really tired. I had stayed up the whole night because I couldn't sleep. I'd have to get up because Preston was crying a few times. I would out him back to sleep, then go back into Pandora's room, which is mainly where I was staying now, and I'd sit there and think.

Why would Pandora want to overdose?

I had walked downstairs and sat Preston in his high chair by the island. Paul walked into the kitchen as I got some baby food out for Preston.

Paul began talking to Preston, and Preston babbled. Paul took one look at me and asked what was wrong.

"Nothing," I lied. I didn't feel like telling him what happened to Pandora. I didn't feel like crying anymore. I didn't want to talk about it either.

"Are you sure you're okay? Is there something with Pandora? I haven't seen her," he looked at me, giving me a questioning look. I gave Preston a spoonful of food before being almost completely engulfed in tears.

"What happened, Michael? You can tell me. Did she-" he stopped after I nodded. We both stood there for a little, just watching each other.

"How?" He asked. I cried harder. Why was I talking about this when I could hardly even talk?

"Overdose.." I quietly said, trying to calm down, "she even went outside of the house and onto the road to do it because she didn't want to come back. Why, though? Why?"

"She loved you and Preston so much, though," he began to cry too, "I don't know why she'd overdose."

"I just want to ask her."

"She didn't die in the house, did she?" He wondered, but I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, man," he hugged me. We both cried. We forced ourselves to stop when Panda's parents walked into the kitchen.

I kept feeding Preston, then took him upstairs. I took him into Pandora's room to play with him. I laid him on the floor under his play set with rattles and colors. I realized I had forgotten to close the door.

I got up from the floor and walked over to the door and shut it. I sat back down before Preston after that and played with him.

After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door. I yelled, "who is it?" I didn't get an answer, but there was another knock. That seemed weird.

I began to get up, and there was another knock. I groaned, "I'm coming, I'm coming..." I opened it the door, and there was no one there. I shrugged, then closed the door and turned around. There, my face met someone else's in a kiss.