Let's Forget Everything (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 29

(Michael's POV)

"Michael, come on man you gotta get up." Luke's voice echoed through the hall, waking me up for the third time this morning. Or was it the afternoon? I have no idea what time it is, all I know is that i've been in bed all day.

I groaned in response before turning over on my other side.

I was just about to fall into a state of unconsciousness when I heard Luke's booming voice, even louder this time, "Dude get up, don't you have to see your grandmother today?"

Oh shit, he's right. I promised my grandma I would stop by today. I had been slacking on visiting her because all I felt like doing lately was sitting around feeling sorry for myself, and hogging Luke's Xbox.

"Okay, okay calm down I'm getting up," I sighed, turning on my back and lazily stretching.

"Michael-" Luke started yelling again, coming to stand in the doorway to his bedroom, where i've been staying.

"I said i'm getting up," I half yelled, half whined. I was very aware of how bratty I was acting towards my best friend, the person that has let me stay at his house while I worked out getting an apartment near my college. I missed the date to apply for on campus housing, so i've been trying to find a place relatively cheap that I would be able to afford to live for the year. My grandma had a whole bank account where she saved up for my college tuition. But I need a job, I couldn't rely on my grandma's money forever.

I've been commuting to my university in the meantime, leaving campus as soon as my classes were over. The first two months of classes have flown by yet I feel like I'm not even a college student, almost like it's my job to go to class.

Luke just rolled his eyes, "I'm heading over to Callie's so I'll see you later tonight."

Before I had the chance to add any sarcastic remarks, he was gone. I heard his boots slamming on the staircase as he stomped down the stairs and out the front door.

I practically had to force myself to sit up in bed, rubbing my face in a failed attempt to wake myself up.

"Fuck."

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"Are you telling me you still haven't talked to Jess?" my grandma asked, looking at me like I just disappointed her in a way I never had before.

"Uhh.." I trailed off, not really knowing what to say. The last thing I wanted to do was upset my grandma. I know how much she loves and cares for Jessie.

"Michael Gordon Clifford!" She exclaimed as loudly as she physically could. She was really weak lately. She was still in early stages of alzheimer's that could be managed fairly well with medication, but side effects like muscle weakness, depression, problems with the immune system, etc. were all greatly affecting my grandma.

"I'm sorry okay," I sighed, putting my head in my hands. Everything that has happened with Jessie has been physically paining me. She was my motivation, my inspiration. Without her I'm not sure what I am. I haven't played guitar since we broke up, I'm not even sure if I've smiled sincerely since I walked out of her life.

"Michael I don't know how much time...How much time i'll have left when...When I can remember. When I can remember you and Jessie and everything...I just, I know I'm going to forget everything soon and I want to talk to you about this now, while I can." She put her hand on my arm and looked at me, her sad eyes searching mine.

All I could do was hang my head low. I felt like gravity was pulling me down, like I no longer had the strength to hold myself up, "I love her so much."