Why I'm Gone, mgc

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I fumbled with the bracelets hanging softly around my wrists, sitting down slowly on my bed and immediately reaching for my laptop. I sigh to myself as the glowing red to green colors shine from the power button before the screen lights to life.

Slowly, I pull my blue tipped hair into a loose ponytail before clicking hesitanly on my tumblr. I was at least 100 pages behind the whole class in the Odyssey, and I had a whole math packet to complete but I mean, I needed to check my anons. Obviously.

Trying yet struggling to opening my anons, I snickered at the stupid ones my friends sent me about my boobs or what color underwear I was wearing, before opening an anon with a link that caught my attention and waiting for the page to load until suddenly my screen goes black.

"Shit..." I mumble, hitting the escape button and assuming it was some sort of virus or joke from some kid at school to crash my computer, but when many names popped up on a screen I furrowed my eyebrows, hovering the cursor over "Download File For: Arabella," which was already highlighted. I took a glance at the other names, all names that are unfamiliar to me, and hesitantly clicked it.

A small loading sign appeared in the middle, and after a long 5 minute load, with a intermission break of me going and getting some ice cream, a small file appeared in the corner of my laptop containing a small sneak peak of a video with a lilac haired boy appeared on my screen, labeled "watch me."

I pushed the laptop away slightly, debating if I should open it or not. After a few minutes of staring at the video, I regained my awareness of the situation and pulled my laptop to me again. I licked my lips, hesitating before double clicking on the video of the boy and pulling my knees to my chest, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding as the screen loaded.

His face was illuminated from the camera flash as he sat in a dark room, giving me a perfect view and of him which have me shivers. His whole face was hollow, pale and empty. His eyes puffy and swollen, blood shot while his lilac hair stood out in all directions. He looked like he hadn't slept in days- which almost broke my heart for the stranger.

"Hi, Arabella, I'm Michael. Michael Clifford." he whispered to the camera shakily, waving before covering his mouth with the hand he waved with and letting out a small choked cough. I shook my head nervously, trying to understand what was happening but the video not having an exit button.

"So, I know you have no idea who I am. And that's okay- that's okay. Just keep watching, it's all going to piece together I promise-" he said, lightly running a hand through his hair and hiccuping his breaths. "I'm here to explain everything. Today is-" he looks at the cell phone sitting beside him, squinting his eyes at the bright screen before sniffling, setting it down. "It's Saturday, October 14th. 2016. I um," He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes tightly before opening them again. "I'm here to tell you your story- our story."

Oooooh here we goooo

Hey it's me again, just checking in. How's everyone? What do you think the videos about? Why's Michael crying? What do y'all predict?