migraine || clifford

5

"I am not as fine as I seem, pardon, me for yelling i'm telling you green gardens, are not what's growing on my psyche, it's a different me. a difficult beast feasting on a burnt down tree, freeze frame.

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the doctor was being very strange today.

He looked at Michael like he was crazy, like if he let himself relax Michael would jump across the table and do very un-professional things to him.

He was confused

"So your mum said you had a girl over" he asked

"Yeah she told me the same thing..." Michael chuckled

"You don't remember?"

"It's uh.....it's kinda fuzzy"

"Michael, have you been taking your tablets? Tell me the truth"

"Tablets?"

"Yes Michael? The tablets you've been on for 2 years? To control your-"

"Y-yeah I know!" Michael snapped

"Have you been taking them?"

"I think so?"

"You think so?" The doctor repeated

"I don't remember! I don't know!" Michael yelled, finally losing it enough to make his eyes water

"Michael calm down-"

"No! Why can't I remember stuff a again!" Michael cried out

"Woah now, that's enough ok-"

"Tell me what's happening!"

"It could be getting worse again Michael ok? Calm down please..."

Again

He can't remember a whole 6 months of his life due to the last time it got worse, a whole 6 months of his life, gone, and the doctor had told him that it was happening again and then told him to be calm? Michaels brain automatically whipped itself into a frenzy, he forgot to breath and was gripping his thighs so hard he could feel the pain in his feet, he was blank

He instantly got up and ran from the room, his vision blurred and when he finally regained balance he was on the roof, his head spinning, making the street lights below him dance across his vision

"Told you, you're defiantly crazy"