Michael Clifford sickfics

IED

Request by PokemonMikey95

Warnings!!!
-IED
-self harm

IED - a chronic disorder that can continue for years, although the severity of outbursts may decrease with age. Treatment involves medications and psychotherapy to help you control your aggressive impulses.

I don't know much about this disorder, so I apoligize if I get anything wrong.

Politely correct me if I do ❤❤

Kinda short, sorry but I suck at this stuff hahahaha.....ha....ha

Anyways..........
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Michael sat on his bed, clutching his knees to his chest as he listened to the soothing voice of Gerard Way that was flowing out of his earbuds and into his ears. He was not having a good day, he had just gotten to the hotel from the airport in Indonesia and he had been mobbed, he was having to use all his willpower not to loose it and scream at the fans to fuck off. The blue haired boy has IED, an anger problem where he gets very mad very easily, it being a problem with his past and he's been too multiple therapists for help, also trying to get some medication from doctors but they only make him drowsy and put on some weight, something he definitely does not need. Michael laid flat on his bed, letting out a huff and squirming around a bit, accidentally sliding off the bed and landing infront of his full length mirror, staring at it and breathing heavily. His emerald eyes were hazy and dark, purple bags were under his eyes, his skin was white as a sheet, and his hair was a total mess. He looked dead almost. Michael looked into the mirror, his bare arms on display as he was only wearing a short sleeve shirt and jeans, self harm scars littering his pale skin and he had plans on making more later. "Miiiiiiiikey?" He heard Luke call and he groaned, "Whaaaaaat?" He mocked, "Come out of your cave." Luke smirked and Michael rolled his eyes, putting on a jacket to hide his scars and then he left the room, being greeted by a random hug from Luke and he squeaked. "Put me downnnnnn." Michael whined, trying to stay calm, and Luke did as told so that Michael could sit down on the couch. "You okay baby?" Luke asked and Michael nodded, not wanting to have this conversation. "Are you sure Mikey?" He asked a pet Michael's head, making the blue haired boy snap. "I'm fucking fine Luke! For godsake!" Michael growled and jumped up, rushing to the bathroom and sitting down, forgetting to lock the door as he was in too much of a hurry to grab his blade. Michael finally grabbed it and pulled his sleeves up, slicing at the very scarred skin and he sat down on the floor, watching the blood trickle down and he jumped as he heard a gasp, seeing Luke and beginning to panic. "Mikey give me that." Luke stated and Michael rapidly shook his head, causing Luke to try and take the blade. "LUKE STOP!" Michael screeched, moving his hand quickly. "Ow fuck!" Luke exclaimed and Michael froze, he accidentally cut Luke with the razor. "Fuck fuck fuck, Luke I'm so sorry, fuck." Michael rambled as he grabbed a bandage, wrapping it around Luke's hand as tears pooled into his eyes. "Mikey, baby, it's okay. Breathe baby boy it's okay." Luke cooed as he stroked Michael's cheek with his hand, "But I-" Michael began, cut off by a kiss. "It's okay baby." Luke cooed and then wrapped up Michael's wrist, carrying him to bed and holding him in his arms, cuddling their problems away.