Nightmares and Fantasies | L.H | supernatural au

Ch. 35

| Noreen's pov |

I wake up and realise I am no longer in the field behind the school. I'm under some blankets in Calum's bed. I sit up slowly then get out of the bed.

"Calum?" I call, but I get no answer.

I'm still in the clothes I was in earlier, except my shoes are off. I open his door and I search for him upstairs, but I find out no one is here. I take out my phone and dial his number, but no answer. Where is he? I go downstairs and sit on his couch, it's only twelve pm, maybe he went back to school. I lay down again hoping to fall back asleep but instead I just keep my eyes open. I stare at the wall in front of me then I feel my phone vibrate again. I take it out and see its Michael.

"Hey," I say as I pick up.

"Calum left by the way, but I'll be coming over," Michael tells me.

I much rather have Calum here than Michael. A part of me feels like it will be awkward between us since we kissed. But I don't have time to think of that, obviously I have bigger issues.

"Where's Luke?" I ask.

"In school, don't worry..."

I sit up now as I do worry. I want to know where, what class, what is he doing? Has he lashed out today? I want to know that. I've been so scared for Luke lately, and not to mention scared of him. I just want him to be safe, but I know that won't happen.

"Why are you coming?" I ask.

"Because Calum wanted to know how you were doing and frankly, I don't care about missing a day of school," Michael answers.

I sigh, then hang up. I want to be alone, but I guess Calum doesn't trust me enough to allow me to be. I stay in his living room as I wait for Michael. I wonder if he knows about my trail in two days. I wonder if he would care enough to even come. I don't want to go to court, but I have to if I don't want to go to prison. I've thought it over and over, about lying and just going, but then I thought about how much I would mess up my life by doing that. It's much better for me to be in the mess that I'm in then throw it all away to sit in a cold cell for twenty years.

I get up and go into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Once I go back to the living room I hear the door open. I see Michael come inside and he doesn't say much. He just stares at me. I open the cap of the bottle and walk upstairs.

"If you need anything just call me," I tell him as I go back into Calum's room.

I lay down on his bed then I hear footsteps approaching upstairs. The door opens and it's Michael.

"Sorry, I mean, hi, hey, what's up? How are you feeling?" He says very fast.

I sit up and eye him up and down. Hair still red, still looks like he belongs in some punk rock band. Michael didn’t change that much.

"What was wrong with you downstairs? You just stared at me like you didn't know who I was," I say.

Michael sighs and sits beside me. He glances at me then at the floor.

"You look different, do you realise how thin you're getting? How dark your eyes are, your hair looks like it hasn't been done in ages...you aren't taking care of yourself," he tells me.

Michael puts his hand on my stomach and I realise how much of my shirt is empty, filled with air rather than my body. I smack his hair away and stand up.

"Who are you to judge? Looks shouldn't matter, you should still treat me the same!"

I hear myself screaming and now Michael stands up as well.