A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

2.3

a/n: check out The Amnesia Project pls.

I wake up the next morning and am confused on why there's a pair of arms wrapped around me. I'm almost positive I slept on the couch, alone and now there's arms around my waist? I open my eyes and see that I'm still on the couch and then Michael's soft hair is spotted out of the corner of my eye.

When did he get here? I frown and shuffle a little bit, then suddenly feeling my stomach having an uprising again. I scramble from his arms and am over the toilet in an instant, heaving up what is left of last night's meal.

It's short, so I stand and brush my teeth quickly and lean heavily against the counter, wondering how I'm ever going to get through this fucking pregnancy.

Staring in the mirror, I see nothing but disgust staring back at me. What does Michael even see in me? What makes him want to date me? Was it just out of pity?

I stumble over and lock the door, leaning my head against the back of it as my demons rise in my mind, filling my white mug all over again.

My stomach hurts, it burns because all of these thoughts are killing me. I search through all of the cabinets and cupboards, trying to find a reliever.

Suddenly my finger is pricked by something on the top shelf and I snatch it.

Michael (May be slightly triggering sorry)

I wake up and Calum's gone. I had snuck in next to him last night because, well I got lonely. Now he isn't there and the bathroom door is closed. He probably just got sick again. I stand up and knock on the door and jiggle the handle.

"Calum? Calum are you okay in there?" I ask and press my ear to the door to hear him sniffling and try the handle again. "Calum?"

"Don't come in." his voice cracks and I jiggle the handle again.

"Calum, open the door please." I beg him. "Calum." I didn't hear the door click because the next time I open the door and stumble in. The first thing I see is Calum lying in the bathtub, his body shaking and his arms and legs pulled close to his chest.

Somehow I get under him and hold him in my lap, not realizing the watery blood trickling towards the drain.

"Calum baby what's wrong?" I mumble as he burrows his head in my neck. No words were exchanged as he pulls up his sleeves. My eyes grew wide and watery as I look at the bloody slashes across his wrists and arms.

"Why?" I whisper brokenly, brushing my fingers over the cuts, some horizontal, but most of them vertical. He shrugs, hiding his face in my neck.

"I'm sorry, Mikey." he whispers sadly. "so sorry." he sobs, his tears soaking my neck.

"Let's get you cleaned up." I murmur after a few moments of silence and get up, taking him with me and setting him on the counter. I turn on warm water and stick his arm under it causing him to his in pain.

"Sorry." I whisper and wrap bandages around both arms after I rinse both arms.

"Mikey?" he mumbles once we are lying back in bed.

"Hm?" I reply, my head still spinning from what just happened and how there's blood on my shirt as well as his.

"If you're pregnant and you kill yourself does it count as murder?" He asks and I stiffen immediately.

"Why would you a-" then realization hit me. Morning sickness, weird eating habits, the pregnancy tests I found in the bathroom. "You're pregnant?" he hesitantly nods and I'm not sure what to think. "But you're a guy. How is that possible?" I frown and he shrugs.