Inner Demons ( MUKE )
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He isn't loved, he is isn't popular, or adored, he's feared.Luke Hemmings, the name can bring fear to any one who hears it, especially Michael Clifford. Michael has been tormented by Luke for 5 years now. And with 2 years left of high school, Michael is starting to slowly give up. Nobody notices that Michael is slowly going insane, not that anyone would care anyway. Michael keeps hearing voices in his head, they're telling him things. Bad things. Luke is adding to his misery, and his mom is starting to get tired of Michael's constant screaming late at night. Michael keeps dreaming of death. So much death, suicides, car crashes, murders. All the blood, and the screams seem so real, even though he knows it's not. He is to scared to do anything, he is at his breaking point, and he's afraid that when his last string of sanity breaks, nobody will be at the end to help put the pieces together. Michael hates everything. School, his mom, people, sleeping, Luke. Well the last one isn't that true. Michael does hate Luke, but only because he is helplessly in love with Luke. He hates that he loves Luke's bright blue eyes, like water, beautiful, and you can't help but drown in them. Michael hates that he loves Luke's hair, the perfect shade of blond, just like the sun. He hates that he loves his face, how it scrunches up when he laughs. Michael doesn't have friends, or any family to lean on. He is standing on a bridge, one foot already over the edge. Michael's not crazy..... the demons just won't leave him alone.
WARNING:
Very explicit descriptions, slurs, self-harm, eating disorder, abuse, and beatings.
Fem! Michael
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