Scarred // michael clifford

Reopened Wounds

//idk what he's doing, but hbsusbwbsjsgwuwbsh
*Possibly triggering*//
•Brooklynn POV•
*Wednesday Afternoon*
It's been a bit awkward since I've kinda friendzoned Michael. I don't know why I did it. My nerves took control. I put the walls up. It's going to be hard to tear them back down. I'm warming up to him. I mean he's technically the first guy I've kissed since, well since you know. He made me happy, and I probably ruined the one chance I had with him. I grabbed my phone and decided to text him.

Me- *Hi Mikey:)*

He probably won't respond. I don't blame him. I should've just said yes. But it's too soon. Or is it. A date wouldn't have killed me. I just don't know. My head is in a million places. Surprisingly I hear the familiar vibrating sound.

Mikey-*hey*
Me-*Im sorry*
Mikey-*Dont worry bout it*
Me-*Michael please. Talk to me.*
Mikey-*I did something stupid...*

I didn't bother responding. I ran outside into my car and drove to his house. Sprinting quickly and knocking fiercely on the door. I was soon greeted by the beautiful face of Michael. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. He held me so tightly, as if his life depended on it.

"I'm sorry Brooke." His voice cracked at the end of it. Was he crying?

"No Mikey don't cry." I let go and looked into his eyes. Tears were slowly falling from them. "Why are you crying?" I took his face in my hands.

"It's not your fault.." He shook his head as if he's trying to convince himself. "It's not your fault Brooke. It's not your fault. It's not your fault I always get rejected. It's not your fault no one can love me, or even like me. Not even my family."

"Michael what did you do...?" I asked as he dragged me inside. I sat on the small sofa, but didn't lean back. My nerves got the best of me.

He took a long dragged out breath. Slowly lifting up his sleeve. I saw them. The cuts. The scars. No. How could I do this?

I gasped, "Michael..I'm so so sorry!" Tears began to fill my eyes. I ran up
to him and hugged him as tight as I could. Almost choking him, but making sure I wasn't. "Michael I'm sorry I made you hurt yourself."

"It's not your fault. It's not your fault." I began to cry at his words. He was just saying that. Why couldn't I do anything right?

"Michael of course it's my fault! I made you hurt yourself!" I sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

He grabbed my chin so I'd look at him, "Brooklynn." I avoided his gaze. I couldn't see the pain I caused. It would only kill me. "Brooklynn look at me." My eyes met his green ones. They looked lifeless. They missed that spark that always twinkled in them. Because of me. "This is not your fault. You didn't take the blade across my skin. You didn't do anything. I just had a lot of hidden pain inside. It's not...It's not the first time I've done this. When I was younger I used to practically every night. It was my way of dealing with my pain and depression."

"D-depression?" I asked slowly.

He nodded. "I was diagnosed when I was 15. Aft-after my aunt commited suicide. We were so close. And she left. She left me." He began to cry again. I wiped his tears away.

"We're not so different you know?" I looked him in the eyes. "My best friend's mom is a therapist. She said I had depression. But I've never hurt myself. It's not as close as what you've been through. You're so strong. You've lasted so long. I'm proud. And now I'm here to make sure you don't do this to yourself again." I brushed my hand gently over the scars, avoiding the new ones so I didn't cause pain. I leaned down and kissed all the scars. I could feel him shiver under my touch.

I looked up at him, biting my lip. "I would love to." I smiled at him.

His face scrunched up in confusion. "What?"

"I would love to go on a date with you."

"Brooke I don't want a pity date. You-" I cut him off with my lips. Oops. I pulled away quickly.

"I don't know why I said no in the first place. I like you. A lot. And I wanna go on a date with you." I smile softly. A smile came to his face. I could tell it was real because the sparkle in his eye returned.

"Who says I even want to go on a date anymore?" He chuckled.

"Psh we both know you want this." I leaned up lightly pecking his lips. I couldn't help but smile.

"I can't argue with that."
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