Rediacliff mental institution (a michael clifford fanfic)

>>Mum? What are you doing, it's like 1 am?<< >> Lara, it does not work like that! Come now!<< says the blonde woman, dragging her 15 year old daughter out of bed.

They drive, but the girl gets no answers. An Airport. A ticket. A flight, a long flight.

And then there she is. Lara, 15 years old, with no clue, what she has to do, standing, at an airport, in Sydney, after an 16 Hour flight. Yes 16 hours, she comes from Germany.

2 very tall boys come to her >> Are you Lara Müller?<< >> Emmm...yes, and you are?<< they show her some sort of license, and tell her she has to come with them. She knows that it's right. That, her Mum has done that, or better her Mum's new Husband. Lara and that guy, got some problems, may that's the reason, why she is here now.

>> Hello, you have to be Lara, I'm Doctor, Rick<< >>Hey, ..just, before we start, where exactly am I? How long do I have to stay here? And does anybody got something to eat?<<

>>You're at the rediacliff mental institution in Sydney. That is different, we decide how long. And in half an hour is dinner.<< he smiles at her last question >>Oh okay, and what I do here.<< >>Your mom thinks you need some help. So I'm going to ask you some questions, please answer honestly.<< she nods, and after that he ask her like 50 questions. Like what is your favourite colour. Do you like to read. What music do you listen to.

That question needed by far the longest. Cause her answer was >>Emm.. I like One direction, 5 Seconds of the summer, All time low, Blink 182, green day, A day to remember, Nirvana, Demi Lovato, the vamps, some songs from chats, guns and roses, Ed Sheeran, Katy perry, some Miley Cyrus songs, I thinks that's it.<< she is really into that music stuff.

And then it's finally time for the dinner. By now she got a room, and something to eat. She is searching, for a free table. When this guy comes up, he got blonde curly hair, and a cheeky smile >>Hey I'm Dan, and you are by far, the hottest person in this room.... after me<< he says smiling. >>okay, I'm Lara<<5 Minutes later, she is sitting on a table with Dan and a girl Called Julia, she got some crazy hair, it looks like she hadn't combed it in ages.

>> Hey Julia, are you schizophrenic, or bipolar?<< Lara asks the girl, for what she got a kind confused stare from Dan, and Julia. >>schizophrenic, from where you know?<< >>You don't have any scars that I could see, and you seem a little distracted, now and then, so year wasn't that hard to guess<<

They eat, the rest in silence, till, a guy with purple hair walks into the room with his a tablet, going straight to one of the empty tables. >>Oh my gosh<< Lara just stares at him. >>Michael Gorden Clifford. What the hell is going on?<<

1 Day later

Lara did not black out, or starts screaming. She thought that wouldn't be that great in a Mental institution. Lara got her schedule, for today. Doctor Rick, put her into the Music group. That just means, a group of youths, who like music, and should now listen to some music or talk about it, cause it could help them.

And in the back of the room, there sits a guy with purple hair, staring at his feet. >>oh you have to be Lara, it's nice to have you in our group. We should start with the first 3 questions. First who is your favourite Artist?<< She asks while Lara, sits down on one of the chairs. >> Emm.. Demi Lovato<< >>Okay, say your 3 favorite bands, and don't lie to me cause I got ya file right here<<

Obviously that's because of Michael >>One direction, Blink 182, and 5 seconds of summer<< the last one comes out a bit more quiet. But Micheal heard it. He looked up. >> And the last question what is your favorite song?<<

Lara needs some seconds. >>Are you kidding me? Favorite song? I mean, you can't have a favorite song! There are too many great ones<< she laughs. The nurse nods, and group session starts. The music stars.

>>What the hell, is that?<< Lara asks >> Your group music<<

the young girl stands up, and stops the music >>Do we have to listen to that, every day?<< >>yeah mostly<<

This music, is to be honest with you, total bulshit, it sounds like some kind of, child songs. Who does not even have any lyrics, just some sounds, that are sounding awful >> If I'm not insane yet, I will get from that music!<< Lara says >>The rest of the group likes that music<< >> I'm like 100 % sure, Micheal doesn't, cause he also likes rock, punk, music in general, and that's no music.<<

>>Emm.. yeah she is right, that stuff is just awful<< the first time Micheal speaks, since she arrived. She wants to start screaming, but still she doesn't think it's the best thing to do, in an Asylum.

The nurse, orders her, to sit back in her chair. And then, that awful music starts again.

>>Hey<< silence voice from behind her, when she turns around, she sees the boy with the purple hair, sitting there, looking at her >>Come here<< he says.

Carefully, she grasps her chair, and walk to Micheal, to sit down next to him. >>Yes?<< her voice is like 3 times higher than normally. >>Are you nervous?<< >>No..no. Its not like I talk to michael clifford... I mean that is obvious nothing special<< sarcasm.

>>Ohh okay, Lara, you are so right, we are going to get insane, from that<< >>Ohh gosh...you know my name<< is everything she can get out, at this moment. >>Yeah... you are new here, we know informations like this, extremely quick....no to be hones, Dr. Rick, told me you liked my band<<

>>Ohh.....and Micheal I think we are already insane, we are in a mental institution.<< >> right<<

>>yeah so aren't we supposed to talk about some kind of music<< she tries to bring the conversation, to another topic. >>Emm I think so, you like blink 182 right?<< >>Yes, but I also like All time low, green day, and stuff like that<< the girl smiles. They talk a while about, some songs, different bands, and just music, while they try to blend out, that awful sound, for the group,,Music”.

>>What, you know, what's going on?<< Micheal says, quiet, not even looking at her. >>They said, that you guys take a break from the long tours. No one knows. I mean they do it pretty good, they even post on you twitter, not much, but some stuff, so everything seems okay. Why have you done it?<<

>>Done what?<<

>>I'm not blind Michael, I can see the scars.<<