Beside You *Muke*

Chapter 27

This chapter's dedication is to physchoticirwin bc your name though and also your comments are always so sweet.

I press my palm up against the red-brick bakery building, begging for a sense of stability. My ribs still ached but the pain had begun to fade. Michael had insisted I stay at his place to rest while he prefromed at the fountain but after an hour of laying in bed staring up at the patterns of his ceiling, I got bored and begged Karen to take me.

I sigh loudly, shutting off the TV and stare up at the ceiling. Once I had gotten bored with that, I resort to making shadow puppets from the sunlight shining into Michael's room. "Dear lord, what am I doing with my life?" I question myself softly, running a hand through my hair. "Karen, I'm resorted to making shadow puppets against Michael's bedroom walls. I think I may have lost my mind. Can I see Michael please? He's my dose of sanity,"

Karen looks deep in thought for a moment, thinking this over. "Michael did say he wanted to keep you in bed," She states, sounding unsure.

"Pleeeease, Karen? Shadow puppets. I was making shadow puppets, Karen," I point out and with a laugh, she nods. I smile, getting up out of bed and grabbing one of Michael's snapbacks, putting it on and slip on my shoes. "Thanks, Karen. You're the best," I smile, pecking her cheek appreciatively.

She laughs. "Yeah yeah, just get in the car. Make sure you don't trip over anything. Michael'd kill me if I broke you,"

I watch Michael strum the guitar, staring at it with love and interest as he often did with me. He then clears his throat before starting a song I've heard him do before but happened to be one of my favorites.

"I miss you

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare

The shadow in the background of the morgue

The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley

We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Where you can always find me

And we'll have halloween on Christmas

And in the night we'll wish this never ends

We'll wish this never ends,"

Michael's voice is deep and smoky, a twinge of a rasp deep in his throat, making me shiver and my toes curl in my shoes.

"I miss you, miss you

I miss you, miss you

Where are you and I'm so sorry

I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight

I need somebody and always

This sick, strange darkness

Comes creeping on so haunting everytime

And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders

Catching things and eating their insides

Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason

Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?

Stop this pain tonight,"

"He talks about you," My head snaps to my left to find Cher standing beside me with her bakery nametag pinned to her chest. "Dedicates songs to you too. He's been doing it all morning."