murder house ➳ Clifford

05

I was awoken by a big thud outside my door. I looked at my clock and it read 2:40 am.

"Please. Ruin my my life even more by making me sleep less." I grumbled, getting off my bed and walking to my door.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Jesus Christ, stop!" I yelled, opening my door to see...nothing. I saw nothing. I groaned and fell back to my bed.

Sky. I heard a whisper. I'm really tired, I must be hearing things.

Hello Sky. I felt a glare on my back, and a smile in the low tone.

Get out. Now. The voice said again.

"I would but I'm kinda...like...really tired?" I chuckled to myself.

After what I said, I heard every door in my house slam, including mine.

Is Michael pulling a joke on me again?

"Michael, what the fuck are you trying to do?" I yelled out my door. I looked left and right, and there was just silence.

"Nothing really." I heard a familiar laugh and I turned around slowly.

"Michael, I don't want to play these games. I'm tired, can I please sleep?" I sighed.

"No, this is the only time I can talk to you." He frowned. I just looked at him and sat down next to where he was on my bed.

"Fine. What do you want to talk about?" I asked, showing no emotions whatsoever.

"What's on your wrists?" He simply said. I looked down and noticed the scars from two weeks ago, about when I found out I was moving.

"Just scars." I said, lying back on to my bed and closing my eyes. I felt Michael's blue eyes stare at me.

"Why do you hurt yourself?" He asked. I barely noticed how thick his accent was. It was cute.

"I don't know, really. I've been bullied my whole life." I said, my eyes still closed as I visualized the old memories. My eyes watered, but I wiped it away and sat up again.

"Don't tell my dad." Was all I said.

"I-I won't." He whispered, looking straight into my eyes.

I stared back and all we did was look at each other. It wasn't awkward. I never really noticed our heads pulling together more and more, until our lips touched. His lips were soft, the kiss was gentle and it felt right. I felt nervous, I mean, I just barely met this kid and we're already sucking each other's face off? Lovely. Our lips were in sync, until I pulled away.

"I'm uh... I'm sorry. I don't think we should've done that." I lied, my brain was just caught up into us just meeting and it decided I should back away. Michael just stared at me. No emotion was shown in his eyes, or face. Just Michael staring at me intensely.

"Are you gonna say somethi-?" I asked, but was interrupted.

"I really like you, Sky. I know I just met you but... you're just perfect. Perfect for me." Michael mumbled. I stared at him for a bit.

Did he really say that or am I dreaming? I never really noticed, because after he said that, I passed out.

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I'm sorry this is so short, I can't think of much to really write so I've been thinking. Haha, I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the views and votes, maybe comment something to make me smile? It'll make my day brighter :) Love you all ♡♡

~ K