Awakening Demons/ Michael Clifford

Believe me

Morgan's pov
"This isn't true this isn't true" I muttered to myself pacing back and forth in the living room. Michael was visiting his parents which left me alone.

The lights flickered before finally turning off. Everything started shaking. Things fell off the shelves and the black figure returned.

The door opened and Michael came in. Everything went back to normal very quickly.

"Morgan" he waved his hand in front of my face. "Are you ok?"

I ignored his question and went to where the figure was standing. On the floor was a pile a black dust.

"Oh my god" I whispered. I felt Michaels arms around me and his chin on my shoulder.

"What's going on"

"Michael" I turned around into his embrace. "Michael he came back. The figure from my dream came back"

"No they didn't" he said rubbing his hand up and down my back.

"Yes they did Michael they were right here look at the dust there they were standing right there" I said pointing to the dust pile.

"Your imagining things baby. There is no one hurting you its just your imagination"

"No it's not" I hit his chest to get him to let go of me but he wouldn't. I started crying harder than I already was.

"Let me go let me go" I yelled.

"I'm not gonna let your until you believe me"

I stopped crying and let his words sink in. Maybe it was my imagination. I closed my eyes and let him hold me.

"Believe me" he whispered before I fell asleep.

"Even if the sky scrapers come tumbling down and crash around and baby we just got to get out" I heard Michael sing and I felt him playing with my hair. His other arm was under my waist and wrapped around my stomach.

Michael never knew but when I woke up and he was singing I pretended to still be asleep so I could listen to him more.

"Hey your up" he let go of me and sat up. I nodded while yawning and sat up as well.

"Thank you" I said kissing his cheek.

"I love you so much" I mumbled.

"I love you too but I got to run down to my parents house today so I'll see you soon" he kissed me quickly before getting dressed.

It wasn't even an hour later before the front door slammed. I went to see who it was but I was pulled against someone. It was Michael.

"Hey Michael are you alright" I asked. I felt his tears on my neck where his face was buried.

"No" he said with a sob followed.

"Hey Michael" I said and pulled away from him. "Come with me" I grabbed his hand and led him to the couch.

"What happened?" I sat on his lap and ran my fingers through his hair.

"I got in a car accident" he sobbed and pulled me closer.

"Are you ok" I started looking to see if he got hurt.

"No the other person died"