ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ // ᴍ.ʜ.

(ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ; ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ)

Tuesday, September 12th 2014.

First day of the beggining of a new School year, but for Michael?

Nah, nothing new except the fact that he dyed his hair white during the end of summer break, still nothing new being the case that he always dyes his hair every 2 months maximum.

Other than that, nothing's changed and it was like he never missed a day of having to wake up, go to school, bully people and (most of the time) skip classes, classic old Michaels daily routine.

But it wasn't always like that.

Let me give you a little backstory on our special Michael over here;

Michael had a perfect, wealthy and healthy life, he had two amazing and loving parents, a decent house for the three of them to live and where all together happy, he had all he ever wished for. Funny actually, none of you ever took in the "had".
Michael had everything he ever wanted before his world came crushing below his feet. When he was 16, his parents where in a horrible car crash that claimed their lives on instant. When Michael heard the news, he felt like he had just been stabbed through his heart, he felt like the stabbing wouldn't stop and it went over and over and over again till he just crushed defeated on the ground, he felt like utter shit for letting his parents go on that business trip, he felt like it was his fault that they died and most of all, he felt alone.

It wasn't easy for him, hell when is it ever easy after you found out the people you loved more than anything, the people you would take a bullet for, died? Excactly.

He was crushed and devistated,and at their funeral? He just didn't want to take anyone's pity and just be left alone with his parents.But, for the sake of his sanity, he was kind towards everyone that attended it and thanked them as they all left, one by one by one, pair after pair after pair, groups after groups after groups.

After they all left, leaving just him and the corpses of his parents buried 6 feet under, he instantly collapsed. He felt absolutely defeated. It felt like he was going to explode. After he calmed down, he stood up and walked one step forward to where his parents lied. Then he just bent forward and put some flowers on their graves; blue lillys and white roses, their favourite.Before he was about to head to the gates and leave the graveyard, he turned around smiling, taking one last look of his parents grave for not long of a time.

"Rest well mom and dad, i'll see you in heaven"

He felt horrible and alone, when he just wanted to be with his parents. There were times were he just thought "Dear god,why them? Why them and not me? Why do you have to put me in such misory?" Before breaking down for the one of many many several times, even having at least 3 a day. It was so bad that part of him took over the best of him and told him that he should join his parents, that he'll be happy after that and that no one would miss him in this world since he had no one to care about him. He proceeded with slight hesitation taking his dads old razor from the cabinet above the sink and went on with it, starting with small scratches that soon turned into decent sized 'X's carved on the skin of his arms.That went on for a while, still does to this day.

And that's when the devil on his left shoulder overly decided that he should make everyone feel his misory, the pain and the feeling of your blood rushing through your body, boiling with anger for what has been done to you, with your veins having negative electricity running through them from head to toe and just feeling the pure depressing and anxiety-full rage there with you, so much.

He had been alone for too long, he wanted people to feel what he feels so he wouldn't be alone, so he knew that there were people who felt the same lack of good energy draining in them, fluding from their system.

And one day, he had found the perfect target; The new kid, Luke Hemmings.

Enough of that, let's come back to present day.

Michael had gotten up hours ago, being he didn't play video games last night till late as fuck like he usually does. He wanted to get up extra early so he can get his "punk fuck/bad boy image" back on. As he was just touching up his messy white coloured hair by running a hand through it and adjusting his black leather jacket on top of his white Metallica t-shirt infront of the mirror, he looked at one of the many bracelets he was wearing, the one that's most special to him; it was his present that he got from his parents when he turned 15. Michael stared at it, feeling a flashback coming to strike through him...

"Sweetie! Michael can you come down stairs for a bit hun? We have something for you!"

Michael comes down the stairs in a normal pace.

"Hey mom, hey dad, what's up?"

"We have a present for you" his dad smiles lovingly at his teen son.

"Oh cool" Michael smiles

"Here it is" his mom hands him a small box, it's velvet feel making Michael drag his fingers across the soft navy blue material.

"We figured out that since you're practically a teen now, that you don't need to be much spoiled any longer" his mom said, looking over and grinning towards his dad as Michael opens the box, his dad reflecting his moms expresion as they both turn around just in time when Michael opened the box.

"Wow" Michael whispered.
It was probably the best bracelet he ever owned; the bracelet was braded with thin silver, green and blue chains with a charm of the shape of his favourite video game character that could open, inside it read "DKM".

"Dkm?" Michael asked

"Daryl, Karen and Michael, our inicials" his dad smiled.

"Wow, thank you guys, i love it" he said grinning,putting the bracelet on his slow growing collection on his right arm.

"Glad you like it babe, now come here and let us have a family hug cause' soon you won't want one!" His mom announced, smiling at her son.

Michael grinned and walked around the kitchen bench and hugged his parents in a small family hug.

"I love you guys"

"We love you too mikey"

Michael snapped to reality as the memory washed away, going back to the place in the back of his head to rest there, preparing for the next time it's gonna' come in Michael's mind again. Michael then stared at his eyes in the mirror, he sighed, then muttered "Let's go back to this bullshit again" he looks up at the ceiling "I love you guys, but please make this day not as shitty as every other" he smirked, then sighed again. He grabbed his bag, keys and phone and got out of his house, walking over to his 1967 Ford Mustang, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway, heading over to the most boring thing in the world.