homewrecker || michael clifford slow updates

the start

okay so i did a mistake when i said michael was a happy guy, lol, sorry he isn't happy at all right now, sorry, have fun!

"are you ready Michael?" his mom asked.

"yeah" he actually wasn't, how was he suposted to say to bella's parents'? that he is sorry for the loss? his girlfriend died because of him, and he can't move on, he love her, he still loves her.

"are you sure you wanna go?"

"yes, i am, it was my fault she died that night, i'm a killer!" he stared to feel his eyes burn.

"michael, it isn't your fault okay? it happens!" it happens, but not often.

"mom, let's face it, i'm a killer and that's it." he was so ashamed.

"no michael, you are not a killer, okay? lets go to the funeral and than you talk to her parents."

"okay let's go." they hated him, her parents hate him, he can't face it, even though he wants to face it.

on the other hand this girl, stella, had face it that she was miserable, she would never find happiness again. she was alone.

"you have to do something sweetie" her mom would always say that, but she wouldn't have one response.

in school was also like that, the teachers and classmates knew she didn't talk, only with her best friend, and she didn't talk much with her.

the only thing she said was "no, i don't talk much" to the new students', and talking about new students', school was going to start that week, and she wasn't ready, she was scared, she was always scared, she felt like the world was being torn apart every single time she walked into the school, into the fresh air, even at home, sad, isn't it? 

"stella, please go do something you can't stay in your room forever! please go out, do something with amber, call her!" her mom screamed, she would lock herself in her room, every. single. day, "please talk to me sweetheart..." stella thought it was to painfull talking to her mom and she didn't know why, she wanted to talk, but the words wouldn't come out.

she noticed she was crying, looking at her scars, the glass around her room, the letters she has written, all detroyed, all her.

"stella, don't cry, please let me into your room," why? what's the point?" i know you don't want no one there but please, i can't hear you cry and not do nothing! it's pain after pain, everyday i cry, because i can't do nothing." all stella wanted was to hug her mom and say she loved her.

 i cried while writing the mom/stella part., well fuckk, anyway, thanks for reading please comment and vote!