Almost Gone. || Michael Clifford

Chapter 5 - Reunion

I woke up in my bed with the worst headache ever. My thigh and my cheek was hurting really badly too. I stretched out and sat myself on the edge of the bed. I laid my head in my hands, and that was when it hit me: everything that happened yesterday, the cutting and alcohol. The thoughts hit me one by one, and I couldn't think of something else. But when I thought back even further, I remember Michael too. Oh right Michael! He most have texted me by now. I slept with my clothes on, so I reached down in my pocket for my phone. The light from the phone almost blinded me and I had to squints my eyes to be able to look at the screen. To my surprise I had 4 new messages.

Unknown: "Hey, it's Michael, :)" Stood it on the first message. I looked at the number and noticed that all the messages came from the same number. I simply saved it as 'Michael!' and decided that when I get to know him, I would change his name to something better. I continued to open his texts.

Michael!: "Hello? Did you even get my message?"

Michael!: "Is this even your number? :/"

Michael!: "I guess you didn't like to talk to me after all then.."

I felt so bad now. I liked talking to him. I liked hearing his voice. If he's mad with me now, I don't know what to do. I've only known him for a day.. Not even that, I've known him for less than a day and I've already messed up. Oh god, everything's my fault.. If I would've taken Sophie with me when I went out, she wouldn't have gone to mom and made up those lies.

Michael thinks I hate him already, or maybe he's the one who hates me. There's only one way to find out, and I hope he answers me now.

Me: " Michael, I'm truly sorry for not replying sooner! When I got home yesterday I laid my phone on my desk and went downstairs. I ate something and then I watched a movie and fell asleep in the couch.. I didn't mean to ignore you, I loved talking to you and I hope you're not mad with me :("

I pressed send and I really hoped Michael would answer me. I may have lied in the text, but what was I suppose to say, 'Oh hey Michael, I didn't reply because my stepdad was cutting my leg and poured alcohol on it, sorry, hope your not mad with me'?.. No, I actually think lying to him is the best right now.

I laid my phone in the bed as I slowly stood up, I could feel the pain going through my body once my foot touched the floor. I slightly groaned because of the pain and made my way towards the mirror slowly. I could see my open wounds too well, and I was red on my entire thigh. Not red from the blood, but red because I was sore there. I was also swollen all over the place. I moved my eyes from the thighs to my cheek and saw the my left cheek was really red and a little bit swollen. Not as much as my thigh, but it was still noticeable.

I couldn't do much about my cheek, but I had to look for bandage for my leg. I grabbed my phone, and went to my door. I put my ear against the wooden door and was trying to listen after sounds from someone else. I waited in a few seconds, but I heard nothing.

I carefully opened the door, and made my ways to the bathroom we had upstairs and slowly opened the door in case someone was in there.

For every step I made, I hissed quietly. My leg still hurt like crazy and every step I made was like a step on a lego piece. And if you have every stepped on a piece of a lego, I feel so bad for you. It's the worse thing ever to step on.

I looked around the room for some medical stuff, and found a locker with an "+", which symbolizes that medical stuff was inside. I opened the cabinet door and found a lot of medicine, pills, cough syrup and a bunch of other things, but no bandage.. Or wait.. I removed a bottle of something and found 2 bandages. I took one of them and when I saw the headache pills, I took one of those too.