Some scars don't heal || m.c

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Song of the Chapter- Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana

*TAYLOR'S POV*

Michael5SOS: Hi Taylor, thanks for all your kind words and support it means the world to me and I can't thank you enough for what you guys have all done for us! Don't be sorry for messaging me or for bothering me, it never bothers me and I just want you to know that you can talk to me whenever you want and I will always reply, so please don't ever feel like you are alone; your not. <3 I hope that your world feels brighter soon and I hate how you would ever have to feel like noone cares. In the future, if you ever feel down or even if you just want to talk, please know that I'm here and I will always have the time for you, I promise. Thank you for everything you guys have done for us and I utterly and truely mean everything I say about you being able to talk to me whenever. I love you, thank you - Michael xx

My mouth dropped open as I read his message to me. I don't think I formed one coherant thought at all while I read it. I can't believe he actually replied... And to say all of that as well, it's unthinkable! My heart swelled as I re-read the bit about how I can talk to him whenever I want to, I doubt he meant it, but it's nice to hear all the same. I wanted to reply but I don't want to bother him when he's been so kind. No, this needs a thank you at least.

Taylor_is_a_penguin: Thank you! Thank you so much Michael! I never expected you to even read it, let alone reply and that means so much to me. Thank you for all your kind words, it was wonderful to read. Thank you for saying that I can talk to you whenever, much as I would like to, I don't want to bother you with my silly problems when you're doing everything that you normally do anyway. Thank you so much again and I hope your tour goes well, and the meet-and-greets in England next week do as well! Thank you xxx

I sent that with a grin, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would be replying to a message from Michael Clifford! Maybe things would be better now that I had that to hold onto. Or maybe not....

My dad crashed through the door, nearly slamming it off of it's hinges. I gulped, looking at his red face.

"What do you think you're doing up here on your laptop, when that's all that cleaning you were too lazy to do waiting downstairs?! Well?! Get down down and change that stupid top, you got it dirty." He yells in my face, pushing me up against the wall before dropping me and leaving the way he came.

Breathing a sigh of relief that nothing worse had happened, I went over to my wardrobe to change the top I got 'dirty'. It was covered in the blood from earlier. Rolling my eyes, I stripped it from me and put on a plain black t-shirt, knowing I was cleaning anyway.

I took a deep breath, shut my laptop and went downstairs to do my job.

•••••••••

Returning to my room that night brought the greatest sense of relief; I had been hit and verbally abused so much I was about to throw myself into a wall. I was trying to do what I was told to do, but no, that wasn't enough for him. Nothing ever is. And it's my fault, it always is.

Running straight to my secret box hidden in my bookcase, I grabbed my blades that were stashed there and headed to the bathroom. Tears falling down my cheeks, I touched the blade to my bare thigh, ready to make the first cut there that night, when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Loudly and persistantly.

Groaning, I put down my blade for moment and reached for my phone. On the screen was a Twitter notification from Michael. He'd replyed again to my message and I couldn't help but read it.

Michael5SOS: Don't be stupid, your problems aren't silly or small, they're important and anything I can do to help or make them better will always be worthwhile, no matter how busy I may be. I'd like you to think that you could talk to me and tell me what was bothering you, I just want you to know that you can trust me with anything and I will do anything I can. You are worthwhile, don't ever think differently. And don't worry, I'm really not that busy, I spend most of my time sleeping so it's really not that big of a deal ;) If you ever need someone to vent to, no matter what, I'm here, rememer that. Xxx

I took a deep breath and put down the blade completely and left the bathroom behind. There was only one thought on my mind as I lay on my bed and drifted to sleep; Michael had saved me again....