I thought I was better. I really did.
I thought I was better until I found myself waking up at 4:00pm when I went to bed at 9:00pm the previous day.I look around, the curtains had blocked out all the sun in the room. I go to check my phone, the brightness of the screen burning my tired eyes.
12 unread messages from Michael.
10 missed calls from the same.I read the messages:
Michael:
I need to talk to you about something important later, maybe we can make lunch out of it?Michael:
[This message is a badly photoshopped picture of you and him at lunch. It's very funny.]Michael:
Are you okay?Michael:
You're probably still asleep sorryThere's a two hour gap between the messages and when I can see he started to call me.
He leaves no voice messages, but instead begins to text again.
Michael:
Are you okay?Michael:
Are you busy?Michael:
Please pick up.Michael:
Are you scared to talk? I totally get it I shouldn't have phrased it that wayMichael:
but I do really need to talk to you.An hour gap between the messages.
Michael:
Is it getting bad again?Michael:
I can come over if you want but you need to tell meHe called again.
Michael:
I'll be here if you need me.I cry and I cry some more. I really fucked up. I can only gather the strength to text back something very simple.
Me:
im sorryAlmost immediately, Michael gives a response.
Michael:
Are you okay? What happened? Do you need me to come over?Tears streaming down my face, I can hear them hit the pillow with a satisfying sound similar to that of a light rain.
Me:
please.That was all I was able to text back before curling into the fetal position and sobbing, waiting for Michael to come and save me.
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Doorman
FanfictionThis is a Michael Reeves x Reader fanfiction. Half of me wants this to be a joke while the other half of me knows this is my fantasy.