Reaction || Malum ||

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Michael's POV

Darkness, nightmares and things that go bump in the night have never bothered me until recently. Most nights I can't sleep, others I have nightmares but tonight I was woken up by loud crashes. Sweat covered my forehead as I set up straight in the bed to look around my dark empty room. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw nothing but heard yet another crash. I threw the covers off of my body to climb from the bed and my sock clad feet hurried across the carpet to the door. Just as I was opening the door I heard the shattering of glass that sent me straight into a panic. Was there an intruder in the apartment or was Calum having yet another meltdown? Hoping for the latter I hurried out of my room and to the bathroom where I saw Calum hunched over the sink.

He was breathing heavily and his hand that was gripping the counter with blood on his knuckles. The bathroom was torn apart and glass shards were in the sink in front of him from the small medicine cabinet mirror. I felt nervous approaching Calum in this state but it had to be done, his knuckles were bleeding pretty bad.

"Calum?" I questioned softly and Calum's head snapped around to look at me. Rage and fear saturated his eyes when he looked at me which made me take a cautious step back. This was terrifying to me but I needed to stay calm for the both of us.

"Pills... I need my pills." He said heaving with heavy breaths. He gripped the sink harder and tried to steady his breath but they were still short and choppy.

"What pills Calum?" I asked feeling left out. The same pills he showed me the other day?

"My anxiety pills and the ones that help me sleep at night, I need them Michael I feel sick and damn it I can't sleep." His voice was rushed then raised as his hand slapped the bathroom sink in frustration. This is hard to see Calum act this way. I didn't even know he took all those pills, maybe that's why he's been so under control lately.

"Calum it's 3 am, do you think you could try to sleep until morning?" I tried to reason with him but it only made him look angrier.

"No! I need them now! I've been without them for two days and I'm losing my mind again!" He shouted and I felt sick to my stomach from the angry tone of his voice.

"Okay Calum, okay." I said slowly trying to let my mind catch up on what I should do now. I remember seeing a 24 hour drug store down the street, I wonder if their pharmacy was open all night too. If it helped Calum, it was worth a shot.

"I hate this!" Calum nearly screamed and hit the glass again with his already bloodied hand then sunk to the ground. It didn't take long for his tears to show up and he curled up against himself to cry like he usually did and my head was churning.

"Hey, it's okay you're gonna be okay." I said slowly and got down on my knees in front of Calum. He was shaking like crazy and his hand was leaking blood all over his sweats.

I grabbed a towel to wrap around them and applied pressure in hopes of stopping the bleeding. Calum refused to look at me and his eyes just kept darting around the room nervously. I kept my focus on his knuckles but once Calum began sobbing, I looked back up to the crying lad.

"What's wrong with me Mikey?" He choked out and I squeezed his hand a little tighter trying to focus on cleaning him up.

"Nothing's wrong with you Calum, I think life just does cruel things sometimes." I tried to reason but Calum shook his head.

"You don't deserve this Mikey, no one deserves this." Calum said gesturing to all of him and I let out a defeated sigh. I hated that Calum was so incredibly hard on himself.

"You're worth a lot more than you think." I said sternly and Calum again shook his head no. "Come on let's go to the drug store." I said and pulled Calum up from the floor. His hand fortunately stopped bleeding and cleaning up the bathroom would have to wait until later. We stumbled on through the apartment and to the car where things remained silent except for Calum's heavy breathing.