the story of Michael Davis. A smile story.

The come back

A few days later, perhaps. It's now Sunday, 10:00 a.m and it's another day, once again.

Michelle walks downstairs in her Teddy bear pj's holding her stomach and sharply inhaled,  letting a yawn escape her lips as she stretched her arms out wide, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat next to Adam.

His attention turned to her and he reached out his hand, softly ruffling her hair, greeting her with a smile. "Good morning lil' sis. You hungry? I can make you something to eat before I'm off if you are." Michelle nodded her head as she heard her belly rumble for food.

Adam smiled nodding back and got up walking to the stove. Michael walks downstairs, cracking his fingers before he grabbed some coffee. Not long after he rubbed the tiredness from his dull eyes, taking a seat in the living room, still a little foggy from his lack of sleep.

Adam made Michelle breakfast and pat her head. "you, eat. I'll go check on michael." Michelle nodded satisfied with Adams generosity. "Alright, take your time!" Adam nodded checking on Michael, seeing if everything wags ok. A while after Adam had to go to the navy, waving to the twins and saying his farewells.
The day went by for the two in a flash.

The next day Michael and Michelle got dressed and went off to school. Once the class break had come around the two sat near the bankside outback. Michelle gathered some flowers and twirled them together, Michael helping her create her favorite flower crowns. Once they finished the crowns they both noticed Max, Matt, and Alex standing behind a nearby tree. they had seen another shadow, a fourth one. The person kept their distance, just watching them. the others called him Tyler. The four of them just stood there, doing nothing for a period of time.

Michelle noticed Matt move closer, reaching out and grabbing her face, wrapping his firm palm around her cheek as he stood there for a moment in silence. He struck his hand across her cheek, watching her stumble back and hold her hand against it while it turned red. It looked as if it was bleeding.

Matt walked over to Michael as Alex and Max, both shoved their hands against Michelle, pushing her into the river. They sat together and held her under the tides. Matt held her shoulders and Alex held her head, not allowing her to come up for any air. Michael jumped at Matt and Alex, trying his best to pull them away from Michelle.

He was stunned, feeling a quick, hard pressure in his back. He fell over in pain, coughing to himself and holding his hand against his back. Matt and Alex continued to hold Michelle underwater, feeling her struggle  against their hands and fighting for air.

Michelle placed her hands on Matt's arm digging her nails into his flesh letting out a scream of frustration as the air escapes her mouth and the water begins to fill her lungs. she struggled, her grasp on Matt loosening, her body became loose and heavy. She sank further and further under the pressure of the river. Her skin became pale in complexion, her lips and cheeks lost all colors and her silver hair came undone and was now spread throughout the tides.

Michael desperately crawled to the ledge of the riverbank and shoved the two away from where here body lied. He reached in the water and pulled her body out, frantically crying and started compressions on her chest, attempting Cpr. He kept crying and suddenly fell silent and stared at her motionless body, her tangled and messed up hair, the bruise on her cheek. He was infuriated and angry, he couldn't control himself anymore. It felt like he lost himself.

Without Michelle michael was alone. She was the only one who could understand him, she was his best friend since birth and they were always there for one another. He felt helpless, he wasn't there for her when she needed him. His hands started shaking, his breathing accelerated and his vision was blurred with red, strong rage.

He hurled towards Max, ferociously tossing his fist into his face. Matt and Alex jumped behind Michael and held his arms, keeping him in place as they tried to hold him back and keep him on track. Michael yelled in frustration kicking his feet as he screamed, tears running down his face as his heart kept breaking into a million pieces. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??! MATT!! YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!"

Matt ran up to Michael and launched his fist into his gut. He wiped his nose and kicked his heel into Michael's knee, breaking his leg in two. Michael fell to the ground and coughed, blood slowly crept from his lips, his complexion growing pale.

Matt pulled out his knife, and drove the tip of the blade into Michael's cheek, cutting out chunks of his skin, turning the blade up the side of his face. The knife was so deep you could see clear through the cut as if it was a forced smile.

Matt smiled and laughed like a mad man holding onto Michael's hood tightly. "I WANT YOU TO SMILE! GIVE OUR SHOW SOME MORE EMOTIONS! WE NEED AMUSEMENT!" It was too late, Michael had already fainted, his face covered in blood from the mouth down.  Matt pulled away and stood up, repeatedly kicking Michael along his body while he was already down.

When Matt was satisfied he left with Max, Alex and Tyler without a trace. Michael lied there as tears kept running down his face, blood slowly oozed from the gash in his cheek.  Michelle lied there next to him, her unconscious and him unable to move. He was in pain but he didn't care, he tried his damnedest to move to her side, even if it were to say his goodbyes.

A few weeks later Michael woke up and looked around the solid white room. His eyes stopped wandering around when he spotted his sister in a bed across the room from him. He went to talk but a sharp pain shot through his lips, a loud groan leaving him as he placed his fingers against his face, feeling a warm, wet bandage wrapped around the bottom half of his face.