Prom Night | Michael Clifford au

5. "get me out of your world"

A loud sound woke me up from a very deep sleep and I groaned pulling the covers on my head. I don't wanna talk to anyone right now. I sighed grabbing it from the nightstand, it was Stella.

"Hello." My voice came out so hoarse and suddenly I felt a loud pang in my head. "Did you make it home safely yesterday?"

"Yeah, no worries. I had to take care of that fucker, tell Ashton thanks for everything." I heard a giggle and a muffled voice, I knew it was Ashton. "He said it's whatever. Anyway, will you sing tomorrow or nah?"

"Oh my God no! Are you crazy? Luke attends the same class, he's gonna make me regret my existence." I disapproved, Luke always sings. His voice is so melodic and gorgeous and that's another thing we share. Stella heard me singing once in the bathroom but other than that, only mom knows about that.

"What the hell Elle! Your voice is better than Luke's, plus you play piano really well." She argued and I was far from convinced. I'm gonna keep my talent to myself for the rest of my life. "No Stella."

"As you like, see you tomorrow at school." We said our good-byes and I decided to go clean myself up a little bit. I took a quick shower and I brushed my teeth. I put on my leggings and a random t-shirt.

"Good morning mom." I naturally said when I saw her in the kitchen washing the dishes, she looked at me before replying. "Good morning Ellena, how was your night?"

"Oh, I went out with my friends." She looked at me raising an eyebrow, she knows that I don't usually hang out with anyone. "Who are they?"

"Stella and Ashton. Stella is my friend from school and Ashton is her cousin." She nodded and I was glad that she didn't ask any more questions. I reached for my painkillers and I made some coffee. After I finished my breakfast I headed upstairs to check on my brother. He was laying sleepily on his bed playing Fifa, his face was still pale. He looked at me briefly than concentrated on his game again.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked.

"Why do you care?" I was really offended and I knew that my asshole of twin brother won't ever change. I don't even know how I ditched my friends for him. "Why do I care? Of course, you don't remember who took care of you when you didn't even remember how to walk! You're so ungrateful!" I started yelling throwing one of the pillows on his head. "I told you, stop Ellena! I swear I'm gonna punch you!"

"I ditched my friends because of you motherfucker! Why are you so fucking rude to me? Show some gratefulness at least, I'm your twin sister for god's sake." He laughed at my face, throwing the pillow back in my face. "We've never been real twins to each other. Don't hope that we'll become like you want, one day. Get out now!"

"I fucking hate you!" I screamed storming off. I felt suffocated by his words playing non stop in my head, why he has to be so rude? I mean, I know he's my typical twin brother but I wanted him to at least, show some respect. I went to my room and right when I closed the door, I let everything out. He's always like this and I've never done anything bad to him. He just hates me naturally and he adores getting on my nerves.

After few minutes of sobbing, I decided to call Stella to hang out, I needed to get out of this house. We agreed on meeting in a random café in our area. I put on my light-washed jeans, a simple white t-shirt that I tied it into a knot at the end, with my white and black Adidas.

As I was walking down the street, I remembered Michael. I should probably call the hospital and ask about his infos. I really wanna check on him. I dialed their number, I sat on a random bench on the side of the road waiting for someone to pick up.

"Here, South Western Sydney Public Health Unit, how can I help you?"

i"Hey, my name is Ellena Hemmings. Friday, I got into an accident and the victim was hospitalized in this hospital, his name is Michael Clifford I believe." She hummed in response before actually replying. "Yeah, you're right. But, Mr Clifford didn't come back miss."