'Unwell' || m.c. {a.u.}

Chapter Seven: I remember when I lost my mind

3:02.

That was when it happened.

3:02 A.M. to be exact.

I heard the knocking but I was almost entirely sure that there was just some early morning box moving going on, However, when I heard the door unlocking I felt my stomach turn in knots. I nudged Michael and he opened his eyes slightly.

"What? Are you okay?" he mumbled as he closed his eyes again.

"Michael!" I whisper yelled as I shook him harder.

"Clara, stop fucking shaking me." he whimpered out wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to his bare chest.

"Michael, you're legs are hairy." I said so he'd move his feet.

"Sorry, C." he said nuzzling his face into my neck and moving his legs away from mine.

"Michael," I heard his mother call from the living room.

He sat up immediately rubbing his eyes, "What the hell?"

He muttered it under his breath as he got out of bed quickly putting a pair of pants and a shirt. He was only in his underwear when we were in bed. He'd become comfortable enough to do that and I'd become comfortable enough to only wear his t-shirts in bed. I put on a pair of shorts and he walked out into the living room. I stood behind his bedroom door peaking out.

At first, I thought that his mom was just worried about him and came to check up until I saw someone else with her. I heard arguing but nothing specific until I recognized a voice.

"Dad?" I whispered out loud.

"You have to stay away from my daughter!" I heard my dad scream.

He was standing dangerously close to Michael. I flung the door open and ran out standing next to him and taking his hand. I moved myself in front of him and stared up at my father defiantly.

"Leave him alone!" I yelled at him loudly.

"What?" my dad looked at me in disbelief.

"He didn't do anything! I chose to go with him!" I yelled at my dad.

"I'm taking you home, I'm gonna get you some help." he said shaking his head.

"What? What kind of help?" I asked suspiciously.

"Just someone to talk to." He explained.

"

"Sorry, Michael, I was worried about you and then he called and Michael, I'm sorry," his mother blubbered out through tears.

As I listened, I saw a few people walking through the door. Two of them looked like nurses dressed in scrubs and the other one looked like a lawyer. I shook my head in panic and turned around burying my face in Michael's chest.

"No, Mikey, please, don't let them take me. Please!" My eyes began to well up with so many tears I was blinded and my head began to hurt.

I didn't even have the voices to keep me company. Michael held onto my hand as tight as possible but as my eyes closed and the tears streamed down my cheeks all I could feel was arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me away from Michael. My arms stretched out but I was being carried away too fast. Michael ran after me but soon another nurse, a male one, grabbed him and as I was being pulled through the door I saw him being pulled to another car. The car was parked behind us with it's boot facing us. I pressed my hands on the window screaming as I saw myself driving away from him.

It felt like every bone in my body was asching and my heart was ready to explode as I banged the window.

"Michael! Michael! Michael! Take me back!" I yelled to the driver. "Take me back!"