Never Change {MichEmil}

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Emil felt better than other days. Yes, he was much better emotionally. Michele had been checking on him daily, asking how he was doing, if he was eating well, if he was getting enough sleep. It always made Emil's heart burst when he received a message from Michele, even if his answer had to be lies.

Emil hated lying, at least, that's how it was in the past. And now, he slowly found out that his whole life was a lie in Michele's point of view. He wasn't happy. He wasn't well. He was deteriorating. And he refused to get help.

Sitting in his dining room and staring at the table listening to the video of Michele singing was all Emil ever did. He wasn't as emotionally unstable, but physically l he was slowly slipping away.

He found that his panic attacks didn't just happen when he was alone. It happened twice while he was skating. His coach made him go to the doctor, but Emil hesitated.

It happened that night too, except the dream was different. He didn't gasp for air underwater this time. He held his breath. And then the thing came, and he only felt as it slowly made a slit in his neck so it could still claw at Emil's throat.

After Emil had woken up, he walked into the bathroom to shower. He looked at himself in the mirror and found a strange scar on his neck. Emil was terrified.

He ran his fingers down the scar. It hurt a lot. He let out a moan from the pain.

Does it hurt, Emil?

"Not you again. Go away. And yes, it does hurt, FYI."

That's good. How deep do you want it next time?

"How about you do it to yourself next time? Then we can be twinning!" Emil said sarcastically. He didn't mind saying it out loud since he lived on his own.

Don't you miss your parents? What about your little brother?

"I do a lot. And they're proud of me. I'm actually going to see them next weekend."

Emil heard his phone's ringtone. It was his dad.

Speaking of them....

"[1] Ahoj? Táta?" Emil said. (Translations at the end.)

"Emil...." his dad sounded extremely sad. Emil gulped. Was it something to do with his mom? His mom had been ill, but Emil thought she was going to get better, so he never mentioned it. Hell, he even forgot about it since he wasn't that concerned. That was until now.

"[2] Táta? Co se děje?" Emil asked, raising his voice a bit.

"[3] Tvoje matka je v nemocnici." His dad replied, sounding like he was fighting back tears.

"[4] C-co?"

"[5] Není moc času nezbývá jí."

After hearing the words, Emil hung up the phone. He looked down. This couldn't be happening. He had been so stupid to forget.

Emil got out of the bathroom and threw on the first clothes he could find. He then grabbed his car keys and ran out the door as fast as he could. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he sat behind the wheel and got to the hospital his dad had told him to go to. Emil quickly got out of the car and asked the nurses for instructions, his voice breaking in every sentence.

At last, he found the room his mother was checked into.

"[6] Máma..." Emil whispered softly as he went up to his mother.

"Emil..." she didn't have much strength to speak. All she did was cup her son's cheeks. "[7] Je mi líto."

Emil's eyes watered. He stayed at the hospital for most of the day, just sitting by his mother's side. He was so stupid. He was so focused on irrelevant things. And now he was going to lose his mother.

Emil said his last goodbyes to her and left, with not much energy left, he drove to his apartment and collapsed on his bed.

I'll ask again, how deep do you want it this time?

The voice was back. Emil didn't care though.

"As deep as the ocean."

Translations:

[1]- Hello? Dad?

[2]- Dad? What's the matter?

[3]- Your mother is in the hospital.

[4]- W-what?

[5]- Not much time left for her.

[6]- Momma....

[7]- I'm sorry.

Okay, next chapter is also extremely important because it's pretty much the ending. Please do read it. -Paris