You Are My Life

Chapter 23- Broken

Sarias p.o.v.

I shuttered as the door shut loudly behind him. As soon as I heard him stomp all the way down the stairs and the final slam of his studio door, I broke down into violent tears. I couldn’t believe what happened, he found the bottle. I should have answered him and I just sat there completely frozen. He loves me and because of this cursed situation I keep pushing him away. I curled up on the bed holding my sides as they violently shook from my loud sobs. The room felt dark and cold as I finally let my silence take over. I turned around and cuddled Michael’s pillow, the scent of him overwhelmed me as I nuzzled my face deep into its plush. I begin crying again thinking that he probably hated me now and would want nothing to do with me. I held the pillow to me as if my life depended on it. I wiped the tears and got up, I needed to fix this, I walked to the door and stopped; what if he’s so mad he just completely ignores me? I let go of the handle and backed away from the door, I don’t want to make things worse, he needs to cool down. I headed to the bathroom; on my way in I slipped on something. I looked down and it was the bottle of pills Michael had smashed on the ground in his fit of rage. I held back tears again as I bent down and picked up the cracked bottle and gathered the pills. I slipped them into what was left of the bottle and put them back into the cabinet. I took a shower and let the warmest water and steam take over; wishing that the pain and guilt I felt would just disappear like the heat vapor. I sunk down in the shower and sat on the floor, holding my knees to my chest. I let the sound of water drown out my cries of help. 

Michaels p.o.v.

I sat in my studio the entire night hoping I could distract myself with work. I sat at the mixing board playing everything that happened tonight in my head. Why won’t she let me help her? I get I’ll never really understand loosing a child but she can’t push me out because of that! I wasn’t mad anymore and I actually felt bad about yelling at her when she’s gone through so much already, my anger probably made it even worse. I sighed and cupped my face in my hands; I need to think of some way to turn this entire situation around. Make her happy and herself again, let her see that life is still worth living, even more so with me. I needed her to see that I’ll make everything okay. Most of all I needed to see that smile I’ve missed so much, the one that melts my heart every time I see it. Out of nowhere an idea hit me. I scrambled for paper and a pen as I begin humming my great idea. I scribbled down everything that came to me; this. This was going to be how I would fix things, I could feel it. This was also going to be a long night.