Mental ✧ muke

3.1

"i'll be back during the afternoon," ashton stated with a smile as he grabbed his keys and phone. michael nodded and smiled back. "yeah, alright. i actually have to go to the library today and finish off some work i have left. so take all the time you get want with this lucky guy." ashton's smile widens as he nods and heads out the door, bidding michael a goodbye.

michael let out a deep sigh as soon as the door closes. he stands up, and walks over to his room and into the bathroom. opening the cabinet, he frowns deeply, staring at the varied assortment of pills. he lets out another sigh, taking two bottle out of the cabinet, and closes it. he stares down at the small bottles filled with pills in his hand for a moment before heading back to the kitchen to take the recommended dosages.

he wouldn't have to take medication, or live with someone else, if it wasn't for what had happened three years ago. michael swallows down the pills without ease, as the memories begin to come back. he bites his lip harshly, setting the pill bottles down on the counter top, and he clenches his jaw and fists. he squeezes his eyes shut and starts counting slowly to calm himself down. it's too early to have a panic attack.

once michael has calmed down—he'd reached 50 by then—he took a deep breath, grabbed his phone and walked out of the apartment. he slammed the door shut and locked it. he took a deep breath of fresh, cool air, and smiled slightly. he felt more tranquil now. the sun was barely seen due to the many clouds that covered it, and michael liked it that way.

but his ease didn't last for long when he felt eyes burning at the back of his head after he began walking towards the library.