Cold as ice itself, and pale as the snow itself, Michael Clifford is not the type of 6ft boy you should be messing with, unless it's a death with you are asking for. But when someone crosses his path, his entire life turns all the way around, and maybe he might just show his soft spots.


31. White Blood

(Listen to White Blood by Oh Wonder)

I feel alone,



It's been a week.

My house is still and quiet.

My parents haven't knocked on my door once.

I feel so alone, so weak.

There hasn't been any more calls from anyone,

no knocks on my door,

no one coming in to check on me.

No one will notice that I'm gone, right?

I'm already a ghost, everyone probably thinks I'm dead.

There wouldn't be any changes,

no one would be affected.

No one has made an effort to see me,

feed me,

or hold me. 

I turn my head to my nightstand and see my sleeping pills just sitting there.



I grab them,

the bottle sealed shut.

I fiddle with the plastic covering and rip it off.

My hand pushes down on the cover and it opens.

I grab a water bottle that I found in my room and open the cap.

I sigh and pour some pills into my hand.

They're little white pills, so more than one can easily fit in my mouth.

I look at my phone one last time and take a big sip of water.

I put the pills in my mouth and swallow it whole.

I play soft quiet music on my computer and lay down on my bed.

'I made the right decision.'

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