5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mashton Imagine

Prequel to the Muke imagine
Michael POV
During my time off, I created a room for myself to hang out in and be by myself. Cut off the world and get back to my old self. It probably wasn't a healthy option. Just being on my own, me and no one else, caused me to feel lonely and sad.
I know an easy way to overcome this would be to go out and socialise with people, but the want and need to do that is low. I don't want to be outside. I don't want to be with other people. I want to be on my own.
I sit and stare at the blank space ahead of me, trying to think of something to help myself with my own mind, but I'm as blank as the wall that I'm staring at.
Your own mind is a complex thing. You want to be surrounded by people, but you feel like you're sat in an empty room alone. You want to be alone, but you want to be out and having fun with people. It's mind boggling. Literally.
Shooting pains cross my head, burning behind my eyes and I reach for a bottle of aspirin on the table to relieve the pain.
Knocking back two with water, I settle into the leather chair and close my eyes to relax. My mind is my own worst enemy. Even when I'm in crowds of people, on stage or meeting fans, I'm having to act and put up a front with them all. Even with my 3 best friends. I have to pretend who I really am.
After 20 minutes, I don't feel the pain subside so I take a couple more. Increasing the dosage every 5 or 10 minutes until my body feels numb.
"Michael?"
I slowly turn my head in the direction of the voice and see a blurry outline that I'm gathering is Ashton.
"Michael?! What the fuck!!"
He runs towards me and I can see black spots hitting my vision, the colours distorting and I can feel myself fading to blackness.
"Michael! No! Stay with me buddy!"
I can barely feel his hand tapping my cheek to revive me, the chest compressions as he attempts to bring me back and I feel thankful that I'm slowly slipping away.
After feeling empty for so long, I finally feel a ball of burning light in me as I begin to leave this world. I don't know whether this is a good or bad thing, but I'm finally doing the thing I've been stalling for so long.
Dying.