Troubled Colors «mc»

Rootless

Michael's POV

        I love the walks in the night, when everything is dark and lonely. Makes me feel rather safe.

I walked all way from my house to the tattoo shop. Yes, I was going to get tattoo, who got the idea? Me.

         So I got a tattoo on my arm. "To the moon and three suspension points" I told to the big and threatening tattooist who answered me "Sure, man". 

   I got out of the shop with a tattoo and I was happy. This was going to remind me of me every time I wasn't me, and that made me happy. 

  Walking back to my house I felt something, I knew what this was, I needed to get back soon. My head was spinning, I heard voices. The unpleasant feeling was increasing and I was running. The noises were louder, I tried to make them go covering my two ears with my hands. It didn't work and I knew it wouldn't but it was an instinct.

 I finally got to my house, opening the door. No one there, again. Like usual I lie down in the couch trying to calm myself until I finally did.

   The door opened up revealing my mom with her husband and his 10 year old daughter. All laughing, looking happy. They stop laughing when they realized I was there.

 "Oh, honey. I, we thought you were out with the boys" she said uneasy.

"Yes, I was. But now I'm here, where were you?" I asked. I didn't feel bad, why would I? But my mom seemed to try to give excuses, like always. 

"We went to have dinner" Jason said and Haley nodded quickly. I seriously couldn't stand them.

 It had been 5 years since my parents decided not to be together, and it's been 5 months that I've been living with my mom. Because my dad could not stand John or Chris or anyone, up until the point he couldn't stand me.

        Nobody said that exact words, but everybody knew they are the truth. They don't say it because they think the truth is bad, and it's worst for me. But they are wrong. The truth is the only thing that could ever help me. People never understand. I never understand either.

My dad not knowing how to deal with me and me not knowing how to deal with my mom and her new family, makes me feel bad that I don't feel any kind of belonging with the people I should feel more connected to. 

And then she saw my tattoo. And you could listen her scream even in Mars.

HII! So this chapter is to show you a bit of Michael's life. Thanks for reading. Oh and, did you see my new cover? What do you think?

Love youu xx