Redstitution [a Michael Clifford fan fic]

Her.

Michael's POV
I opened the door and stepped in, turning around quickly to shut it so none of the others would see who had arrived today.

As I turned around to look at the new arrival. My jaw dropped. The new arrival was a woman, she looked to be about the same age as me. She was stunning. 'They', still hadn't gotten around to dying her hair the same bright shade of red, the colour of everyone's hair in this remote institution so it was a natural raven black with hints of chocolate brown at the ends of her hair. Her eyes were a gorgeous light, emerald green, her lips were a plump, plum coloured purple. She was gorgeous. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous. My eyes slowly traveled down to what she was wearing. She looked like a sexy-dark-pixie. She wore a short red skirt with a black strapless corset looking top on top, her long legs were covered in stockings and on her feet were encased in black stilettos.

I think she noticed me staring at her because she croaked out
"I can't decide whether you're checking me out or judging me" she gave me a bloody toothed smile that was clearly masking the pain.

"Aren't they all the same?" I questioned, with a smirk.

"Well they could be. Especially if it's someone like you doing the judging" she spat out blood, obviously from being beaten.

"Sure." I simply said, not knowing what exactly she meant by it.

"So, where am I?" She asked.
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