The good deed (michael clifford)

5sos, Michael Clifford,
It's not the best feeling in the world. Realising your life is so worthless that you find yourself on top of a bridge, waiting for that moment when your feet lift from the ground and you find yourself falling.
I wouldn't know, he saved me before I could have a chance to feel my body hit the waters face. Before I could fall.
But why did he save me? Why is he helping a broken person like me?
Especially when he's famous?
It doesn't make sense. Until you read.


2. chap 2


  Michael turns looking at me with his beautiful green eyes. A smile pressed against his lips. I Leave him a smile in return. Feeling awkward to the lack of clothing covering my body. 

Im guessing Michael notices my diss-comfort as he turns. 

'goodnight Laura.' He greets walking down the stairs. 

I guess its been a long night for both of us. Im still clueless as to why Michael didn't just let me end it in the first place. I never should of been on this earth in the first place. Im not surprised that Michael wants to hear my story. Seeing the way we meet and all. 

Does he still want to know? I mean, its been a long night and all but, i'm not so keen on telling him how i came to be like this. Its not something i'm proud of. Or often speak about for that matter. 

I open the door to the spare room Michael had told me to go to.  A nice space-full room with plenty of windows covered by black draping curtains. A soft deep brown carpet be-nieth my feet. A king sized bed dressed with red and white sheets. 

The room was stunning. I can't even describe what it was like. Michael had placed a pair of shorts and an over sized t-shirt on the bed, for me to get dressed in. 

 I slip the shirt over my body. Not needing the shorts. The shirt reaches knee length and is comfortable alone. I bring my hair to the right of my shoulder as I walk towards the window.

Looking out at the beautiful city lights. I decide to get some kind of sleep. I close the curtains and head back to the beautifully made bed.

I tuck myself in and lay there looking at the ceiling. What a night. I sigh feeling my eyes becoming heavy. I decide to let them close, to let dark fall.

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