Cold | Calum Hood Fanfic

Eighteen

Michael

It wasn't blaring, no the digital-clock beside us was completely silenced. I can't exactly explain why such an object I merely sleep through, could at its soundless state keep me wide awake. It may be without an explanation, but that can not change the fact of what it's capable of doing to me. Though I seemed to be utterly enticed by the mechanical object, I wasn't. Nothing about it intrigued me. If anything it was an irritant, capable of not a thing outside of shinning a dim lighting on a small amount of vicinity.

The light would flicker at each passing number, counting by the minutes, building up the hours. Telling time from four, to five, shutting off at six O'nine. It's glow no longer shone, leaving the room in an eery darkness. Not even moonlight could breach through the wrinkled curtains illuminating the walls concealed by various band posters.

Exhaling a deep, breathy sigh, I shifted Ivetta's petite body as close as possible. Her scrawny arms weakened out of their once unusually tight hold around my waist, as her head pressed against my chest. Ivetta's healing frame instinctively stiffened under the tender touch of my fingertips grazing down her protruding spine. Slowly removing contacted with the material clothing her, I stroked Ivetta's flushed cheek, brushing off crusty, dried tears from staining her soft skin, as I searched for anything I could possibly do to distract myself from the awful hangover I was experiencing.

Delicately securing an arm around her, I squeezed shut my eyelids, while slipping the other limb beneath the still fluffed pillow. I felt her boney figure melt into a relaxed state, her tense stature no longer visible. Ivetta at last had unwound and was resting soundly in my gentle embrace. Sadly that ended only moments after, do to the acid-based bile rising in my throat. My stomach was continuously churning more by the second, leading me to violently clamber out of the soft, cushioned bed. In the process, I knew I had woken her, by the sound of light footsteps pattering in pursuit.

I raced down the hall, stumbling through each step, as I held in vomit. At the white, round toilet, I tumbled over, before the vile wastes escaped the intestines, my body falling into aching convolutions. While, the subsidences I consumed mixed with acidic fluids burned my throat, leaving it slightly raw, shaking fingers, rubbed slowly down my back in a petting manner. Followed by the sticky strands of chocolate hair attached by sweat to be tucked away from my forehead. After those short actions the presence beside me departed.

I was left alone for a mere few moments, but once Ivetta had returned, she had a tall, slender glass of water held firmly in her hand. As well as the frightened expression in her deep, jade eyes. I had just stood, pushing down the handle to flush away the content filling the circular bowl, when she came in, but I still felt quite clumsy on my toes. Shuffling forward, I nearly collapsed, as my head was pounding against the bones of my skull.

Stepping closer, Ivetta pressed the base of her tiny paw to my peck. Keeping me standing, as she touched the rim of the glass to my bottom lip. Tilting the clear cylinder just the tiniest bit, cool, smooth liquid skimming over the cherry skin of my lip. Placing my hand over hers, I used my own leverage to gulp down the majority of the full glass. Once the ache in my throat felt a bit more soothed, I lowered the round edges. Its thick, sturdily conjoined shards sparkled, as the artificial light streams sliced through, and reflected breaking rays against the countertop, while I gently placed it down with a soft clatter.

Turning slightly, I slid my hands up Ivetta's nearly skeletal arms, resting them on her narrow shoulders. I studied her nervous movements, such as the feeble quiver of her lower lip, and the darting of her eyes towards everything with the exemption of me.

Exhaling a troubled respire, I crumbled my weight onto Ivetta's unsteady build. Wrapping my pale arms around her neck, I allowed my heftiness to fall burdened in her arms. This action drew a gasp from her lips, before her knees knocked in.