I approach the door, listening to the soft cries and whimpers of my friend. Gently pushing it open, I step into the room we recently began sharing. I see a curled up girl in bed, completely still.
"Mallory?" I call out to her. She jolts up, her makeup trailing down her cheeks and her hair a mess. Her large eyes look me up and down before springing out of the bed, running over to me.
"(Y/N), is it really you?" she sobs, holding me tightly in a hug. "I... I thought you were gone. You died." She steps back, taking the back of her hand and gently wiping the tears from her face. She looks to me for an explanation. One I don't even have myself.
"Mallory... I'm... I'm so sorry," I choke out. "I didn't mean to hurt you like this." Brackish droplets appear in my waterline. "Mi-Michael brought me back. I-I don't know how," I hiccup.
"It's okay. I'm just happy you're back," she tells me, pulling me into her arms again. Eventually, we both calm down and happily head to the garden so that I can tend to my somehow wilting roses.
"So," Mallory says, taking a seat next to me. "How did he do it?"
"How did who do what?" I ask her, not looking up. I smile at a rose, causing it to bloom a little more. The petals slowly open and grow.
"Michael. How did he save you?"
I freeze when I hear the name. I feel a bit of guilt for ignoring him yesterday. I should probably talk to him soon so that I can express how I feel. I don't like him when he's yelling. After my chat with Mallory, I'll pay Ms. Mead and Michael a visit.
"I'm not quite sure. He told me he felt a... an impulse of sorts, I guess. He did some sort of quick chant and appeared in my hell. When he left, he took me with him," I shrug, watering a bush as I speak. "I don't really know anything else."
"Don't you want to know more?" she asks me. I look at her, pausing in thought, before shaking my head.
"No. I don't think I do. Hell was a horrifying experience and quite honestly, I'd rather move past it. She nods, understanding, then stands. She says goodbye and then retreats back into the house for her training. I finish the flowers and walk to Michael's, plucking two. One for behind my ear, and one for Michael as an apology gift.
I reach his door and knock on it. After a minute or two, Ms. Mead opens it, her face looking rather upset.
"Whatever happened," she tells me, "please go talk to him. He's very hurt and angry." I nod my head and walk up the stairs to his room. As I ascend, I hear crashing noises and crying. My heart begins to race. As I open the door, he throws something heavy at it.
"Ms. Mead! For the last time I-" he screams before looking up. "(Y/N)! I didn't expect to see you." I play with the white rose in my hand, my fingertips nervously touching the soft petals. I stand there in the doorframe, soon entering the room.
"I wanted to talk" I tell him, my voice barely louder than a whisper.
"Please. Tell me what I did wrong," he begs. "I don't like when you are distant, (Y/N)."
"I don't like when you're angry, Michael," I state, looking at the ground. "I hate it when you yell and honestly, I don't like when you're mean to Cordelia she-"
"She got you killed, (Y/N)! You... you can't expect me to be friendly to her after that! She... She knew that you were going to die! Can't you see that!?" He shouts, beginning to make me afraid.
"Michael-"
"(Y/N)! You are truly as naive as I took you as if you think Cordelia is going to keep you safe!" he spits. I could feel my chest begin to hurt and tears fill my eyes. I turn away from him in fear.
"Michael. Please sto-"
"Shut up!" he yells, moving his hand and sending my flying. My figure falls and my cheek cuts on his bedframe. I weakly stand and stay still for a moment, taking in what had happened. His eyes widen in realization of what happened. Drops of red fall from my cheek onto the white flower, still clutched in my hands. Tears begin to trickle out of my eyes and I throw the bloodstained rose onto his carpet, running out of the room.
"(Y/N)! Wait! I didn't mean to do that! I'm sor-" he yells before I slam the door behind me, running back to the academy.
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Angel - (Michael Langdon X Reader)
Fanfiction"Why are you crying, Sweetheart?" "I don't want to die" "Of course you don't, dear"
