"Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle, Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed, sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head"
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"You saw what Michael?" The doctor asked with a confused face
"A girl, a girl on the roof" he said
"Did this roof girl have a name?"
"No"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! She said she doesn't because a name says nothing about a person and who they are and I agree"
"Michael explain this girl to me please" he said getting all doctor-like
"Um she was weirdly pale, had really dark eyes and was small, but looked around my age. Why?"
"Did she leave the roof with you?" He asked
"Um I don't think so....I don't remember" Michael said and furrowed his eyebrows trying to retrace the memory
Why couldn't he remember?
"Michael you said you have been taking the medication right?"
"Yes!"
"Liar" someone said
Michael spun around to try and find the source of the voice but found nothing
"Michael? Are you ok?"
"Um yeah I just thought I heard someone, it's fine"
His doctor looked at him with a confused expression
"Have you seen this girl before?"
"No" Michael groaned
"Have you-"
"Why is she important!" Michael yelled
"Michael calm down"
"Ugh can I leave!" He groaned
"I guess-"
"Fantastic!"
He got up and walked out of the room again. There was a few seconds of black as his mind blanked out, when he finally came back he was on the roof again, staring over the edge with the roof girl beside him, it was poring rain and the cold instantly washed over him and his body racked with violent shivers
"Hello again"
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migraine || clifford
Fanfiction"I am not as fine as I seem, pardon" - migraine || twenty one pilots
