Things Change (AchievementHunter)

Someday

YO YO YO lemme say something quick. I love Lindsey more than I love Starbucks (I'm a white girl so do the math) but this is a. Fanfic so she doesn't exist. I'm sorry. She is queen. So this is Michael with another girl. TEAM JUGGY THO
Even tho it's technically team Jones now 😚
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When I went to bed that night I stayed with Michael so jack could finally take back his bed. I don't know where he had slept the days I was bedridden. Michael had a pretty large bed, with more than enough room for the both of us. I didn't take up mush space on the bed, Michael on the other had seemed to feel the need to sleep like a starfish for half the night.

Overall it was nice though, it was reassuring to listen to his steady breath as he slept. He seemed so relaxed and almost childlike as he slept. It appeared as if he had never felt a pinch of anger in his life, as he slept he looked incapable of yelling. Although, the fake anger he often portrayed had become one of my favorite things about him, because behind every 'I hate you' there was an 'I care about you'.

I don't know what time I finally fell asleep but it didn't last long, it rarely did. Vivid nightmares had become a common ordeal. Although while I had been asleep over the last few days, however long it was, I don't recall having any dreams. I don't remember much of anything though, those days all seemed to blend together.

It was dark, the air felt heavy and it was freezing. Whatever thin fabric I had on wasn't nearly enough to keep my thin body warm. A faint light bleed through the bars of my cage and a tall women suddenly stood before me. Her movements were choppy and the sudden blinding light made it hard to make out any details on her face or clothing. Next thing I knew I was bound to a metal chair in front of a window.

"Remember that little girl that escaped?" A voice like poison whispered menacingly into my ear. I could feel like heart in my chest pounding, as if it were trying to escape.

The lights to the other room flashed on and in a chair, similar to ones seen at doctors offices, a little girl was laying, her whole body strapped down. Short blonde hair framed her head and tears stained her pale skin.

"I know you helped, but don't worry, we won't hurt you. Well not physically." I'd been in here too long, they knew what hurt me most, they knew I craved the sweet release of death by now, and anyways I was a successful experiment my death would be nothing but a waste to them.

It wasn't messy, I guess the child wasn't worth cleaning up after. They pumped some kind of liquid into her veins. It wasn't messy but that doesn't mean she didn't suffer. I watched her breathing slow, and I heard her pleading cries. She called out for me, begging for me to help. She struggled until her last breath.

"Annie?!" My eyes shot open. I woke up to chocolate brown eyes staring worriedly into mine. His hands placed firmly on my shoulders. "Holy shit dude are you alright?"

Tears blurred my vision slightly, I knew if I spoke I would burst into a fit of sobs, so I simply nodded. I guess he remember I nod when I'm too sad to speak so he simply nodded back and laid back down beside me. Now though, there wasn't space between us. He placed his arm around my shoulders and held me close, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder/chest. I turned to lay on my side so I could snuggle into him more. He felt so warm and safe. I rested my hand on his chest and my other arm hooked around his back.

A few tears still escaped my tired eyes but at least now I felt safe. I never had to go back to that place and Michael helped make me remember that.

Michael rubbed my shoulder. "I hope you can tell me what's going on someday.." He said softly. I felt a tinge of guilt but I knew he had the best intentions. I nodded slightly and intoned "Someday." before finally drifting back to sleep.