Dark and Dangerous

No One Would Care

*MICHAEL'S POV*

What am I doing with my life? I just let go of the girl is been fighting for since I met her. now I'm nothing but a thing of the past. I'm always the second choice. I can't blame everyone for leaving.

The lads haven't come back yet. I'm starting to think that they won't be back for a while. Even Sophia is gone. she wanted to make someone jealous, so she used me.

I'm so upset right now. I'm just sitting here, staring at the wall, while I think about all of the things I've done wrong in life. all the lies I've told, all the shit I've pulled, everything.

I tore my gaze from the wall and went downstairs and into the kitchen. I'm usually starving, but I can't function right now. I grabbed a knife and wiped off the cool metal.

"No one will care."

I took the knife and slit my wrist, blood gushed everywhere. I made another one and another and before I knew it, my entire arm from my elbow down, is covered in large gashes that I inflicted.

I'm still in pain. it's too much for me to handle. I opened the cupboard with the medicine in it and took various bottles of pills. no one will care.

I opened the bottles. I began to cry and made a small pile of pills. there were long, thin, white ones, small, circular blue ones, and orange, oval ones.

I took them all at once and went back upstairs. I threw up a bit, but I'm still not dead. There's only one way I can guarantee my death or at least come close. I'll have to hang myself.

I know that we have some sort of wire or rope that I can make a noose. I looked and found nothing. I just want to end this. now. I found my belt and made it into a noose.

I really wish someone would save me, but it's too late for that. I found a chair and hung my belt on my ceiling fan. I stepped on the chair, put my head through the noose, and took a deep breath. it's a good thing that I wrote a note before I did any of this.

I stepped off the chair and felt the belt tighten around my neck. I struggled and felt dizzy. everything went black...

*DEMI'S POV*

I sat on the couch and turned on the tele. I'm quite bored, but Harry made me stay home because I can barely walk. I sat for a while and heard someone knock on the door.

I cringed while trying to stand and fell back down. I crawled over to the door and saw Ashton, Calum, Luke, and Ed standing in the doorway.

"What's up lads.", I smiled.

I tried to stand again but gasped in pain. fuck! the four lads began to laugh and I flipped them off.

"You and Harry are like rabbits mate. it's only been a day and you're already fucking all the time.", Ed laughed.

"Shut up.", I snapped. "can you help me please?"

Ashton grabbed my hands and helped me up with much ease. wait, why are they even here?

"So why are you guys here?", I asked.

I'm glad my voice is back. Ashton rubbed his neck and looked at the other three. Ed shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at his feet. Calum stood in silence.

"We heard about what happened last night.", Luke frowned.

"I'm fine guys. Michael didn't do much damage. I just have some bruises.", I lied.

My neck hurts and the bruises are worse than I thought they'd be. the four bus stared at me in disbelief. I guess the fact that I'm wearing a scarf gives me away.

"Take off the scarf.", Ashton stated.

"I don't want you guys hurting him.", I said.

"Just take off the damn scarf Demi.", Ashton shouted.

Well, he isn't happy. at all. I slowly pulled the silky material over my head, revealing the dark blue marks on my neck. they all gasped.

"Don't hurt michael. everyone is at least a little crazy when they're drunk.", I stuttered.

"Why shouldn't we? that is bad, Demi.", Ed asked.

All of their eyes stared at my injured neck. I looked at my feet and sighed. I really don't want to argue with anyone. I saw Harry's car pull up. He stepped out and pushed through the huddle of boys.

"What are you lot doing here?", he asked.

"We wanted to see Demi.", Calum stated.

"Well you saw her. now leave. she doesn't have the energy or time to argue with you guys.", Harry said in a soft tone. "she's been through a lot and needs rest."

They all nodded and stepped out of the house. Harry closed the door behind them and turned toward me. he opened his arms and I fell into them, literally.

"Thank you.", I said into the crook of his neck.

"No problem baby.", Harry cooed.

*HARRY'S POV*

After hours of laying with Demi, I decided to turn on the tele. I turned on some football and heard the phone ring. I quickly got up and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?", I answered.

"Harry, Michael is dead.", Ashton cried.

"If this is a prank call, it's not funny.", I stated.

"I'm not joking. he hanged himself."

Demi rolled over and saw my face. concern covered hers. she walked over to me and I dropped the phone. he can't be.

"Harry, what's wrong?", Demi asked.

I stared at the phone and looked at Demi. she continued to stare at me. the worry was evident on her features.

"Harry what's going on?", she asked.

I grabbed the remote and changed it to the news. the first headline that popped up verified that Michael is in fact, dead. *Australian Popstar, Michael Clifford, Found Hanging From Ceiling Fan*

"No.", Demi said, tears streaming down her face. "No he can't fucking be dead!", she sobbed and fell to her knees.

I sat next to her, wrapping my arms around her small body, and let her cry into my chest. I stroked her hair and listened to her sniffling softly. This is so surreal. I just talked to him.

*DEMI'S POV*

~Flashback

I walked out of the airport and accidentally walked into someone and spilled my coffee on them.

"Shit, I'm sorry!", I stated.

"Oh it's fine.", the boy said.

The boy had a purplish fringe and blue eyes. he took off his jacket and picked up my cup. he looked at me for a minute. wait, I know this kid.

"Demi?"

"Michael!", I shouted and wrapped my arms around him.

"It's been ages love!", he smiled.

"I know. it's nice to be back here. I just dropped out of college.", I frowned.

"What for?", he asked.

"Well, I met a guy, I liked him, he broke my heart and I couldn't stand to be around him.", I stated then sneezed.

Next time I decide to just leave somewhere, I need to bring extra jackets. I left mine at Harry's house, but I couldn't go back just for a jacket.

"Are you sick love?", Michael asked.

"Probably. I left my coat at his house and didn't feel like going back to get it, plus it was snowing when I left.", I said.

"Here.", Michael put his jacket on my shoulders and grabbed my hand. "let me get you another cup of coffee."

"Ok.", I smiled.

~End of flashback