Never Change {MichEmil}

🌼20🌼

The creature did exactly as told. It went deep. Emil had no more control over his dream. He just let it be. And he regret it the next morning.

His throat was throbbing. There was a little bit of blood leaking out. Emil didn't care either. He was still alive.

And while he was alive, he needed a shoulder to cry on.

Emil texted Michele that he was coming over. Michele didn't get the text, so Emil decided to just go for it. He only grabbed some snacks and a jacket, and pretty much got in his car. He needed to get away. He couldn't face his problems, but he could sure run from them.

It would be a long road trip. That was bad. He needed Michele. He needed him now. But fourteen hours was better than one month. He would be happy with Michele. At least, that's what he thought.

He never intended for another thing to happen.

*   *   *

Fourteen hours later indeed, Emil showed up at Michele's apartment, tired, sweaty, eyes red from crying. He straightened his hair as best as he could and tried to make himself look presentable. Michele opened the door and frowned.

"Mickey, thank god you're here! I need someone to talk to really badly and—"

"Leave."

Emil flinched.

"What?"

"Listen Emil, I don't get you. You hit on my sister endlessly, fake a serious condition to get close to me, make my sister move in with you when I clearly told you she was off-limits, and now you show up at my doorstep looking like a fucking hobo asking for support on whatever the fuck?! No. Emil, I'm sorry."

"What? Move in? Hit on Sara? No—"

"Please don't play dumb with me, Emil. Stop trying to get close to my family."

"I'm not—"

"Leave."

Emil clenched his hand into a fist until his knuckles turned white. He bit his lip and tried to swallow back tears, but failed due to the pain in his throat.

"F-fine! I'll leave! But you're wrong! If you would only listen to me—"

"Please just go."

Michele said as he closed his door.

"That's not fair! You're not fair Michele! Stop playing with my emotions!" Emil screamed as he ran back to his car.

Emil found his nearest alcohol shop and bought a nice bottle of vodka. The cashier was very suspicious about Emil, wondering how he could afford it when looking like he had been rummaging through a dumpster.

The cashier asked where Emil was going, and when Emil answered 'I don't know' the cashier forced him to come back for the bottle the next day and ended up getting kicked out for the day.

Emil, once again, got in his car and went as fast as he could. It was illegal, and Emil was sure he would get charged for speeding, but at the moment he didn't care. And then the voice came back.

Keep driving. Don't stop.

"SHUT UP!" Emil screamed, trying to swat away the voice as if it was a bug. He ended up loosing control of the wheel and heard a lot of car horns go off. And then he heard the police.

Go faster.

"NO!"

But out of stress, Emil accelerated. The voice spoke once again, this time saying something horrifying.

Emil. Go with your mother. Speed up, once you reach the maximum, hit the breaks as hard as you can.

"But I'll die!"

That's the point. The police is behind you. You have a good car, a fast one. You're in Europe.

Emil sighed. He wiped away a messy sob.

"So be it."

Emil pushed the pedal as hard as he could, and he felt a sudden adrenaline rush through his veins. It felt great. His car was running, almost at maximum. The other cars had moved out of the way, trying not to get hit. Emil was almost there.

"I'm coming, momma. Just a few more seconds!"

Now. The car was running at maximum. Emil slammed his foot onto the breaks. And then it happened. It was so strange, almost supernatural, the cars movement. It started spinning uncontrollably, and then somehow got stuck on something, causing the car to start tipping over. The windshield broke, and Emil's body moved in an inhuman way, crashing into it face first, glass digging into his skin. He let out a long scream and felt as he landed on his side, and then the car being completely upside down, crushing his legs.

The worst part was, he was conscious through everything, and definitely still breathing.

But perhaps it was the pain that made him pass out in exhaustion.

💧~💧~💧

Michele was upset. How did Emil just all of a sudden show up at his front door after everything he had done. He had been meditating about it for over and hour now, as well as listening to the radio. Nothing interesting ever happened in Italy, and now he was without Sara, which made everything lonelier.

And then he heard it.

"Uomo ceco supera i limiti di velocità in esagerazione, e provoca incidente causando lesioni mortali a se stesso."

That's when Michele knew he had fucked up.

Translation:

"Czech man surpasses speed limits in exaggeration, and causes major accident causing fatal injuries to himself."

The end is near. Be prepared. -Paris