"Let it be said what the headache represents, it's me defending in suspense, it's me suspended in a defenceless test being tested by a ruthless examiner that's represented best my depressing thoughts"
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He doesn't remember how she got here
He remembers looking up and seeing her sitting in his desk, flicking through a really old looking book
"What the hell are you doing in my room?"
She looked up with a small smile
"Oh Michael, I wasn't expecting you!"
"What? This is my room what are you doing here-" Michael said with a confused expression
"Uh no it's not this is my house"
"What are you talking about?" Michael added
"It doesn't matter, you're here now so you might as well stay" she sighed and looked back down at her book
"Uh ok?" He said and slowly sat down on his bed
"How have you been Michael?" She asked, her tone flat
"Fine?"
"Liar"
"Shut up" he hissed
"If you insist" she chuckled
"Are you going to kill yourself?" She asked and turned a page
"Yes" he snapped
"Really?" She said in a disbelieving tone
"Yes! Don't try and stop me!"
"I'm not, trust me" she chuckled
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean" she hissed
"Will you miss me?" He asked quietly
"For crying out loud Michael, I will be the only one who misses you"
"Why?"
"Without you, I am nothing"
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migraine || clifford
Fanfiction"I am not as fine as I seem, pardon" - migraine || twenty one pilots
