I'm a goth

Waking Up

    I awoke to the smell of my sheets, decaying life. It was perfect. I opened my eyes, and looked at my ceiling and then to my left. Michael was sitting in a chair next to my bed. He was asleep. I chuckled.
   I sat up, and crawled on the bed towards him. I looked at his sleeping figure. He was stunning, but looked exhausted. Any body who slept in a chair all night would be though.
   I looked at his lips. I missed him sleeping in my bed. I hated how I screwed that all up with a kiss. I needed him though. He was mine. Mine.
   I crawled over to him in the chair and sat in his lap.
    His eyes fluttered open, and stared at me. His eyes ran up, and down my body. So much so I began to feel a bit uncomfortable. He then stared directly into my eyes, and unexpectedly hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe. It was as If he was scared he'd lose me.
    I started patting his back in hopes he'd release me from his iron grip. He got the picture, and hugged me slightly less as tight for me to take in air.      Though not loosely enough for me to escape.
   I looked at him, "Michael what's wrong?" He looked at me with a duh face, "What?" His eyes widened. "Scarlet I was scared I'd lose you. I was scared you were gone forever when Firkle told me what happened." Now it was my turn to give him a what the fuck are you talking about face? ,"Scarlet do you not remember what happened last night?" I gave him a duh look," I went for a walk with Firkle. We er talked, and then uh I came home and went to bed I think. By the way we need to talk about something later, but what's all this you were scared you were going to lose me Michael. What's going on here?"
    Michaels mouth was agape with shock. He look like a fish out of water. "Scarlet look at your leg." So I did. What I found were bruises, big, purple ones. Not only that but scraps, cuts, and blood I was sure wasn't mine.
   I started to tremble,"M-Michael what... What happened." He hugged me tighter.
"Last night you were almost raped." "What! No way! No one would want to touch me I'm garbage." I stated blatantly to Michael. I mean I'm so ugly. I'm a monster, tainted, impure. I could not be a candidate of such a thing. I'm not an item of lust, or desire.
Michael looked at me with such disbelief at that moment,"Scarlet, it happened. I killed a man for putting his hands on such a beautifully sculpted, living work of art. A being that the world is not worthy of seeing. I was more than gracious enough to know he did not taint you, or take what's rightfully yours."
When Michael had finished speaking I had tears rolling down my face. I curled up in his arms and cried. I knew what he said was true. I knew at that moment not only had I escaped a fate worse then death last night, but that Michael truly loved me. That he didn't just feel sorry for me. That he loved all of what I was. The monstrosity that I had become and will continue to live as.
I was horribly scared though. I had no idea what was going to happen now. Bodies just don't disappear. People don't die unforgotten. Though most of all I realized Michael had all of my heart, and I would stick with him whatever the weather. Let's just hope it's not an earth quake to take us both out.
When I finally calmed down I sat up in Michaels lap. I looked him straight in the eyes, and asked,"Michael will you be my lover?" At my words he turned a deep crimson red. "Yeah, sure whatever." He said as he looked away towards the floor from me. I rolled my eyes. "Michael?" He looked at me,"ye-" he started to utter a reply, but I cut him off with my lips. "I love you" I said as I caught up to gather clothes, and take a shower.