migraine || clifford

10

"Am I the only one I know, waging my war behind my face and above my throat. Shadows will scream that I'm alone, but I know we've made it this far....kid"

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As they stood on the roof, a stereotypical wind whipping their faces, Michael felt content.

He was holding her hand and neither of them where looking down at the future the concrete all those stories below held for them

"Do you think people will miss us?" Michael asked

"Your mother"

"Yeah, but she's better off"

"All we did was put stress on her"

"We?"

"I didn't exactly make things better!"

"True"

"This is the only way"

"The only way" Michael repeated

"People like us, we are too good for this world, this world has beaten us down and down until we are too broken to be recognised as a Human being, we have to right to give up, we deserve to give up"

"We need to give up" Michael finished

Michael would like to say he was scared or nervous or sad but he wasn't. He was numb. The thing that stood before him, the action he was going to preform, did not phase him.

He deserves to give up

To throw It back in the worlds face and show them that no amount of treatment or expensive tablets can fix what the world has done to him

He deserved to be able to decide his own fate

He doesn't want the sickness to fill his mind until the point where they have to lock him up, he wants to die on his own terms

These where his own terms

They where dying together

"Are you ready?" She asked

Michael took a deep breath and nodded and with a swift movement he was falling.

Time slowed down unbelievably and he felt no regret. In a few more seconds it would all be over. No more pain. No more suffering. No more doubt. No more schizophrenia

Schizophrenia, a word that had haunted him his whole life, tortured him and given him a title, a death sentence.

He turned to her, to say goodbye and thank you

But she wasn't there

And he realised

In one single moment he realised something that could of saved him, if he had realised it 10 seconds prior he would of been alive. This had happened to Michael before, in high school when he befriended a kid named Luke, but when they talked in class or at lunch everyone look at them funny, like something was wrong. Similar to when Michael had brought her home that night, for dinner, his mother was horrified and he didn't understand. He did now.

It was happening again. It had happened again. That's why he was taken to hospital and his doctor wanted him to push her away

She wasn't real

She never was

All in his head

Schizophrenic

Crazy

He was alone

He was always alone

Unstable

3

2

And it will be over

Finally

Black

Freedom

Breath in. Breath out

For the last time

1

END

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Well, that's it my friendsssss (yeah I know depressing-endings-r-us)

Thank you sooooo much for all the love you've given this short

Adios!