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We're All Full Of Lies

Chapter Twenty Four

My eyes shot open at the sound of my alarm ringing in my ears. I let out a small irritated grunt before rolling onto my stomach and slapping my hand down in random places on my night stand. After about the 10th slap, a sharp pain ran though my hand and up my arm as I hit the alarm clock. As much as it hurt, the ringing had subsided, and that’s all that mattered. I cracked open an eyelid just the tiniest of amount to check the time. 7:47am glowed in florescent green on the clock. Normally I would retreat back into comfortable slumber as it was Saturday, but I wanted to see Mikey before Dr. Douchebag had scheduled to see him at 9am.

I quickly hopped, well rolled, out of bed and got changed into jeans and hoodie. I grabbed a shoulder bag off my desk and put my phone, wallet and some comic books for Mikey in it before going downstairs. I carefully and slowly opened my bedroom door, knowing that my parents were most likely still asleep and that the hinges were rusty and creaked unbelievably loud at the slightest movement.

I quickly padded downstairs into the kitchen and made a hot chocolate. The steam covered my face in a sticky sheath as I blew on it in an attempt to cool it down. I finished the steaming cup in record time, burning my tongue and throat in the process. I slipped on a pair of shoes and did a double check I had everything I needed before realising my parents would probably assume, as Frank did, that I was abducted if I wasn’t here when they woke up. I ran back into the kitchen and scrawled a note on a piece of paper before sticking it to the fridge.

I made my way down the stone path and onto the sidewalk heading towards the hospital, sending Frank a text as I was walking. I knew he would be asleep but I thought I’d let him know I was visiting Mikey, just in case for some reason he decided to wake up early. Although I doubt that would be happening after last night. Frank was loud, very loud. The whole street would have heard him moaning and screaming obscenities.

I entered through the double doors of the hospital and was immediately knocked back from the smell of bleach and chatter of doctors and nurses scurrying around. I pulled my hood over my head and avoided the secretary that sat behind a desk near the entrance, it would be just my luck that the doctor restricted access to Mikey’s room and I didn’t particularly feel like being thrown out of a hospital this early in the morning. So I just kept to myself; hood up, head down.

I made it through the maze of hallways and finally landed at Mikey’s door. I peeked in through the window and saw Mikey sitting up drinking from a steaming mug. I watched him as he slowly lifted the mug away from his lips and placed in on the table next to him. As he pulled his hand away I noticed shaking. I looked at the other hand in his lap and it was the same; they were both shaking violently and he was obviously trying his hardest to still them.

I quietly opened the door and crept into the room, making sure to close the door once I was fully in. I just stood and watched him for a moment. He looked even worse than when he first arrived in hospital, he was visibly shaking and his eyes were sunken and bloodshot – almost like he’d been crying.

“Hey Mikes” I spoke softly enough that he would hear me but not be startled.

Mikey instantly turned his head to my direction and let a huge smile take over half his face, “Mira!”

I made my way over to the bed and hopped on it crossing my legs. I took Mikey’s hands in mine, interlocking our fingers and smiled sweetly at him, “What’s wrong Mikes?”

Mikey visibly stiffened at my question and averted his eyes from my gaze, “No-nothing, why would you think something is wrong?”

“Because look at you! You’re shaking like crazy, and your eyes are all red and puffy, you’ve been crying and I know when someone’s been crying so don’t you dare lie to me Michael Way, tell me what’s wrong?”

Mikey sniffled as tears began to cascade down his cheeks, “I-I was”

“You were? Mikey please tell me” I pleaded, placing my hands on his tear stained cheeks and cupping his face.

“He-he- last night – he came in here and-”

“Ah, Michael, nice to see you awake” Dr. Fletcher strolled into the room cutting Mikey off before he could finish his sentence. The second he saw me he glared daggers and contorted his face into a scowl, “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same, you’re not meant to be here until 9am” I spat, gripping onto Mikey’s hands a little too hard.

“You were told yesterday not to visit Michael, I’m going to have to ask that you leave”

“What? I only just got here! Besides there’s no rules as to when I can and cannot visit Mikey, so you can kindly fuck off, I’m staying right here”

“Use of such language is not permitted in this hospital, and as you refuse to leave I will have to have you removed, and from now on you are not to visit Michael, you are banned from this hospital”, his words were like venom as he smiled and watched my face ignite with anger.

“You can’t ban people from the hospital!”

“If they prove to be a danger and/or unbeneficial to the recovery of a patient then yes I very well can”, he widened his grin now showing off his teeth as two large burly men stormed into the room and stood beside him, “Remove her”.

“What!?” I tried to get away from the two security guards who moved towards me. In one swift motion they restrained my arms and pulled me away from a terrified Mikey. “LET ME GO!” I screamed fighting against the grasp they had on my arms. They forced me out the door and I caught one last glimpse of Mikey before he disappeared out of sight; he was weeping while Dr. Fletcher used his fingers to give me a small wave. Bastard.



Notes

Hey guys! So I had my english exam this morning and It kinda put me in a writing mood, so instead of studying for maths (as I should be) I decided to write this up! I know it's short and not exactly riveting but I hope you enjoy it all the same and thank you for reading! feel free to comment what you think! :) x
Also shoutout to @fangoria for the beautiful nickname Dr. Douchebag ;)
I cannot say for sure when the next chapter will be up, hopefully by the end of the week...hopefully!
sorry for any errors, and the formatting is rather strange for some reason, sorry about that!
xx



Comments

@ilikecookies
Aww gosh sweetie you're so kind! Thank you so so much! :D x

mindchemicals mindchemicals
5/11/14

Wow. It's actually over. It was so beautiful! And you're such a talented writer. And just wow. It was a brilliant story, and I am completely sure that one day you will release a (lot of!) book(s) and change the way a lot of people look at the world :)

ilikecookies ilikecookies
5/10/14

@hideyourbodyfromthescarecrow
oh gosh hun you're too kind! I'm lost for words haha! thank you much it means so much to me that you like my writing! x <3 :3

mindchemicals mindchemicals
5/10/14

@mindchemicals
its okay, and i bet i will enjoy it :) youre one of my most favourite authors on here so itll be pretty amazing no matter what it is <3

noshows noshows
5/10/14

@hideyourbodyfromthescarecrow
nawww you're so sweet thank you! I hope you'll enjoy my next fiction adventure equally as much! :D x

mindchemicals mindchemicals
5/10/14