Roses Flaws ↠ Michael Clifford (AU)

Chapter | 23 |

A quick update for you since we got to over 600 reads on this book! I want to thank you all for reading it. I know that this book may not make since or have a lot of grammar mistakes but as you still read it and it means a lot, it keeps me writing. By the way in the near future their MIGHT be a Luke Hemmings fanfiction or maybe a spin off book on this one about Luke? Would you like it or not?

Let me know babes. I'm a click away. So here's the chapter.

You know those times where you lay in bed and can't sleep because your thoughts are eating your brain? Yeah I've been experiencing that for the past nights. When I look in the mirror, I slightly cringe. Let me be honest with you I look dead, their are bags around my eyes and my hair hasn't been combed in days.

I find myself wanting to give up or escape without Michael. He's been blind. We haven't talk, he hasn't visited me at all and the thought makes me sick.

I thought he loved me.

And that he cared for me.

Luke and Calum worry about me, I know it. Sometimes during the day I hear knocking and either Luke's or Calum's voices call out to me. I'm curled up on my bed, crying my eyes out. I can't even make out a word or even to say I am okay.

I've been out and about but only for the bathroom and grab a apple quickly from the cafeteria. My medicine has been updated for the sake of me not dying but I throw it back up. I didn't want my brain to be turned into mash.

"Mackenzie." Nancy's familiar voice called out. "You got to get out of bed and get out."

I just laid there facing the wall until she jerked me up and forced me out.

"I don't want to go." I croaked.

Nancy smirked. "Do you want to go see Dr.Carson?"

I immediately shut up and complied to where she was taking me. We ended up in the commons room. All eyes were on me, and I knew why. I was a complete mess. If you look up the word 'Mess' or 'Zombie' I'm in there. Okay only in my dictionary in my room which I doodled in my name.

My eyes connected with Luke and Calum. They sent me a worried look until I sat down at a table alone. Nancy left me to my thoughts before they were interrupted by my one and only best friends.

"Mac." Calum mumbled softly. "What happened to you?"

I blinked away my tears. "I'm broken. And I don't think I can be saved."

"Why would you say that?" Luke asked.

I looked all around his room except for him and Calum because I couldn't give him the real reason.

"I am forbidden to tell. But let

me tell you this, I want to go home."

"You want to escape." Calum raised an eyebrow.

"Yes!" I jumped up. "And every time I mention it to Michael he ignores me..Michael left me. I've been in my room for the past few days. He hasn't visited or nothing."

"That's insane thing to do..Escaping? Are you crazy?" Luke half-yelled. Calum decided to butt in. "Not that bad, and Ella has had Michael following her around like a lost puppy."

"Maybe giving him back his memory wasn't the best thing to do."

"Mackenzie, Wake up. You're much stronger than you think you are. You worked your ass off just to gain his memory back and now look he remembers all because of you!"

I sunk down to my knees and just cried. "You're right Cal. I'm so sorry."

"Shsh its okay babe." He rubbed my back.

"Yeah its okay. You have a lot of things going on." Luke soothed me. I pulled them into a hug.

"What would I do without you two?"

"Who knows. Now I think you should go talk to Michael."

"I can't."

"Yes you can Mac. You better go or Ella will take you from him."

"I'll do it."

On my way to Michael's room, I was walking quite fast and I ended up crashing into Ella.

"Well look what we have here. I thought you committed sucide." She smirked.

"Look Ella, I don't have time for your bullcrap. I'm set to do something if you want to know so mind your own business. Goodbye." I shoved past her.

"Michael." I banged on his door.

No response.

"Michael Clifford open this door." I tried again. I pushed open the door and saw Michael asleep on his bed, I walked over and ran my fingers threw his hair.

"Hmh?' He grumbled, blinking.

"Hi." I smiled.

Michael scooted over and patted his bed. I laid beside him.

"I was worried."

I played with his fingers. "I'm sorry, I had things going on."

"You can tell me."

"I was scared that you were going to leave me." Michael tilted my head up. "I would never leave you. I love you and want to be with you."

"If you wanted to be with me then you would escape with me."

"Mac." He groaned.

"I know, I know. We can't."

"I want too. Trust me."

"This place depresses me and I'm so scared, I just don't want to stay." I cried.

Michael held me close as he cried, he kept mumbling a 'sorry' or 'everything will be okay, I'll protect you.'

"There's only so far you can go to protect me Mikey."

And that what was the truth it scared me.