•Psychopath• Michael Clifford A.U.

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Michael's POV

Today at school I did something I have never done. 

I talked to this girl that I have liked for awhile. 

Skip said that it was a bad idea, but I didn't care. She was getting hurt, and needed help. 

Right now, I'm at home. Tomorrow I am planning on talking to her again because maybe she could be my second friend. Probably not, but there's always a possibilty.

"You shouldn't have talked to her, Michael." 

"Why not, Skip? This could be a good thing! Maybe I could finally be happy!"

"No! I am the only one who can make you happy! I have aways been there for you!"

"I know... Maybe you're right... I mean, she is just some girl.."

"She won't make you happy. Nobody will, besides me."

"You're right. I'll just keep to myself. I have been for the past 6 years so why stop now?"

Marina's POV

When I got home from school, I just laid on my bed and thought. Thought about how that boy talked to me. I think his name was Michael, but I'm not sure. He keeps to himself a lot, so not many people talk about him either. 

I told Sophie and Mia about him. They said he was bad. I don't know why though. He seems nice, right?

"Marina, stop thinking about him! He's no good! And why would he like you anyway? You're fat and ugly!" Mia yelled at me. She did this a lot. Called me fat and ugly, but she apologized later on.

"I know he won't like me! But why can't I think about him, Mia? Why is he so bad?!" I yelled back.

"Because he will take you away from me and Sophie! Do you want that?"

"No.." I looked down at my feet.

"Exactly, fatty." 

I hate that word.... "Fatty"

"What can I do to make myself prettier? Or skinnier?" I asked Mia.

"Purge."

"What? You mean, throw up my food? Mia, no!"

"It will make you skinnier, and prettier. Maybe Michael will like you."

"Okay. Maybe you're right..."

I walked into my bathroom and lifted up the toilet seat. I looked behind me to see Mia and Sophie smiling at me... Whatever makes them happy..

I took two of my fingers and shoved them down my throat. I gaged a little but nothing came up. I did it again and my food from the day came up. I felt like that wasn't good enough so, I did it again. I felt empty, and it felt good. Maybe Michael will like me if I keep doing this. Maybe Mia was right... She's always right.