Wherever you are (Michael Clifford)

A whole lot of nothing

A.N- :)

So sorry I didn't update last week, I was on holiday.

It's getting pretty serious right now:(

I'm thinking about starting another fan fiction maybe on someone from 5sos, magcon or one direction but I don't know, so comment feedback pls because I need ideas:)

Thanks :)

Ohhhhhhh, and also I'm going to be adding in one friends p.o.v next chapter, dunno who yet, just letting you know because it will be different

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It's like my body is making all the decisions about my life and my mind doesn't get to contribute.

I want to open my eyes but I'm in this world where everything is just the way I want it to be, everything is secure and in place.

I'm torn between this fantasy life and the real world and I don't know which one my body is going to decide to continue on with.

I have that feeling where I'm staring into my eyelids, like my eyes are forcefully closed and I don't want them to be.

"It's not your fault, it's no ones fault." a mans voice whispered.

My dads.

I felt like I was pushing and punching but I still couldn't get out, trapped inside my own body, screaming and crying but no one could hear me.

"It's my fault. She was trying to text me, if I would have just texted back, she wouldn't have gone, she wouldn't have been so distracted." his voice broke Into a loud sob and my heart broke.

Michael.

My Michael.

Memories came flooding back and I cried.

I cried and cried and I'm pretty sure this had no effect on my body what so ever.

It was all just my mind.

Like I am in my own dream.

I tried to call out for Michael, for my mum, for my dad, for anyone who could hear me but it was useless.

I'm stuck here, and I don't know for how long.

I could wake up seconds from now.

Days from now

Weeks

Months

Years

Or I could be stuck like this forever.

Michael p.o.v

When I got the call that Hannah was in the hospital my whole world shattered.

Because that's what she is, my world.

I zone out of everything, all the texts from her friends worrying about her and wondering what the fuck is going on, her mum and dads sobs that fill the room, the only thing I can focus on is my girl, lying on the dull hospital bed covered in cuts, bruised and scratches.

She was completely unlike my fun full of life Hannah.

Right now I would give anything to see the panic in her eyes when something serious happens In one of her favourite tv shows.

I would give anything to see the look of adoration she has when she talks to her friends.

I would give anything to see her deep blue eyes focused on one of her favourite books, her lips always pout when she's concentrated.

I rub one hand through my hair. I can't take this anymore.

So I run, I run as far away as fast as I can, away from everything.

"FUCKKKKK." I scream out in anger, punching my fists as hard as I can off of the brick wall.

For fuck sake why do I always lose the good things in my life.

I deserve this pain.

Because to be honest..

I'm completely uninterested in life without Hannah.