migraine || clifford

7

"Behind my eyelids are islands of violence, my minds shipwrecked this is the only my mind could find. I did not know it was such a violent island, full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions. They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin and I know that I can fight it or I can let the lion win. I begin to assemble what weapons I can find, cause sometimes to stay alive you've gotta kill your mind

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Ever since that night on the roof when he tried to ditch her....she was everywhere.

In the corner of his room while he slept

Sitting beside him in therapy

Across from him at the dinner table

Everywhere.

Michael couldn't escape her cold fucking eyes, but he couldn't tell her to leave. She said not too

She said not too

It took 2 days

3 days?

for every aspect of Michael's life to revolve around the strange roof girl who had shown up when her tried to kill himself 2 weeks ago

3 weeks?

Time was not a relevant anymore, it slipped away from Michael and he didn't even try to grasp it anymore. He let his mind slip into nothingness and stopped himself from thinking, he just listen to her, and did what she said. But yesterday night

Or was it the night before?

Michael tried to take his medication, the tablets ever present on his kitchen table. The girl convinced him not too

"They are trying to change you"

"You don't need them"

"I can fix you better then these!"

"You're my responsibility Mickey, I can look after you"

"No tablets, all we need is eachother"

The way she spoke was so soft and delicate, she always got right up in his ear and her words made his hair stand up, her voice, her giggle, her very presence, was all he needed and craved.

She was like a drug

Why would he ever want her to leave?

They need eachother