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Michael sits on the floor of Freddy's pizzaria currled into a ball his face wet with tears hands covered in blood and a pit in his stomach, he felt sick, really sick…
It didn't feel real non of it actually felt real… his father and mother had already left of the hospital with Evan leaving him there alone. His friends already left as well so now it was just him, alone sobbing filled with regret.
The next few days were a blur, Michael had refused to get out of bed despite his mother begging him every day to go back to school he couldn't bring himself to leave his room. His mind kept flashing back to that moment, the bite, his limp body hanging from fredbears mouth, Evans blood trickling down the front of Freddy. It made him sick to think about yet he couldn't get the thoughts out of his mind. he hated himself so deeply for everything that happened. He curled deeper into his sheets burring his face in the comforter on his bed
KNOCK NOCK
That's brought Michael back, he sta up in a cold sweat his breathing heavy,
“C-come in” he managed to stumble out
It was his mother, she looked like she had been sobbing. She came in and sat on the edge of Michael's bed
“Michael… evan-”
He cut her off there, he couldn't hear anything about evan just made him sick to his stomach
“I don't care!” He yelled covering his ears “I don't want to know whats happening! Keep me in the dark for all I care just.. Leave!” He shouted at his mother
Clara pulled Michael close to her trying to console him only for Michael to push her away
“Don't… don't touch me”
“Michael this has been hard on all of us… please don't act like this”
That seemed like an impossible request, how could he not grieve with crippling guilt after he single handedly did this to his brother
“Just leave!”
“Michael… I know your grieving but this is completely uncalled for! We're all sad about this, please.. pull it together”
The words stung, he watched as his mother left the room closing the door behind her slightly more aggressive that normal. At this point he couldn't stop the tears they felt hot in his face. He tried to pull himself together as he scooter to the edge of his bed forcing himself for the first time in 5 days to stand up and get out of bed, his knees gave out, his body wasn't used to standing up. He quickly pulled himself up on the edge of his bed and in the moment he shoved any emotion he had about this down deep. The knot in his stomach still remained only getting worse as he ignored his emotions, he felt like throwing up
Michael steps out of his room his eyes red and puffy knees shaky, and walks up to his mother who was in the kitchen preparing dinner, Elizabeth sat at the table solemnly coloring with crayons obviously not her usually cheery self, he walked up to his mother
“Im sorry… for how I reacted” the words burned in his throat
“Thank you Michael, I'm sorry for snapping at you.. I've been stressed lately”
“I-its okay” he muttered
“May I tell you what I was going to tell you earlier”
Michael nodded, Clara took a deep breath wiping her eyes again before speaking in a low Shakey voice
“Evan .. passed away”
Michael felt all his emotions flooding back but he was quick to hide them, he felt his knees give out but he caught himself, he felt another wave of intense nausea, he was sure he would throw up again
Michael nodded before walking to his room his expression blank, Clara called out for him
As Michael returned to his room and closed the door he let all his emotions come back in full swing, his knees gave out leaving him collapsed and sobbing on the floor, he felt vomit in the back of his throat and the next thing he knew he was laying next to a pool of his own throw up, he gagged and coughed still unable to get up from the floor