Realization

When confronted by Sarah, Michael pushes her away. But no matter how much he pushes, she never gives up. Eventually he stops pushing her away, and she becomes the only one who can save him from all that is going wrong.

"Mike, listen to me." Sarah begged, attempting to pierce through his music. After sitting next to him and trying to talk to him, she eventually just ripped out his headphones. "HEY!" Mike yelled, but to no avail. Sarah sat there, withholding his headphones from him. "Now, are you going to listen to me?" She asked, dangling the buds infront of him. "Fine." He replied. "Good, now please, Mike, you have to stop all of this. Your emotions are effecting everyone around you!" She said, a pleading look in her eyes. "What do I care?" He crudely responded, turning his head away in distaste. "What about us, Mike? What happened to what we had?" She asked, looking down at her feet. " 'We' were merely a promise I made when I thought this was over. 'We' never existed." Mike said, shrugging off the memories that came to him. "I want to help you, Mike...that's all i've ever wanted to do." Sarah replied in a slightly shakey voice, tears streaming down her cheeks. Mike couldn't look at her, he knew she meant well. He knew that all anyone wanted to do was help him. A silent tear ran down his face as he thought back to how every one of his friends tried to talk to him, just asking if there was anything they could do, but he had always shrugged them off and told them to leave him alone. He thought he didn't need help. "I'm afraid...I'm afraid i'll hurt someone. I hurt you once, and I never want to do that again." He said, almost inaudibly. Sarah heard every word of it, and she wordlessly put an arm over his shoulders He began to shift his shoulders to get her arm off, but decided to just accept the gesture. All he had known recently was hate and hopelessness, and he had now found a slight glimmer of hope to pull him through, at least, some of his sadness.

 

Mike knew he would never return to how he once was, but with Sarah's help, the days went by much more smoothly. With her help, he began to come out of his depression-like state. One day, when with her, she slowly moved her hand over his and lightly held it. This brought the first smile to come from him in about a month. "Thanks, Sarah. This all means a lot to me." Mike said one day as the two lay out under a slightly cloudy sky. "It's what you needed." She replied, turning to lay on her side and rest an arm over his chest. Mike looked down at the girl he had such feelings for, and knew that one day he would hurt her again without meaning to. With this in mind, he knew he would have to break off this relationship soon, and leave the town completely. Sarah saw his eyes becoming sadder, and she leaned closer to him, and without any warning, kissed him gently on the lips. Mike was not expecting this at all, and was taken by surprise, but once he realized what was going on, he gently kissed back and when it was over, he looked down at Sarah again, and couldn't help but allow himself another smile. He thought "Why should I bother thinking about the future, when the present is what matters".

 

"Recently, the dreams have stopped." Mike confessed to Sarah. "Isn't that a good thing?" She asked him when she noticed a solemn look in his eye. "Well, yes and no." He said. "It could mean that this is over, or it could be the calm before the storm." He finished. "True...but let's keep upbeat about this! I'm sure that the worst is over!" Sarah urged. "Alright Sarah. You're probably right." He laughed. The two went about their day as two normal teenagers do. Mike began to figure that maybe things were over. It seemed like things would be okay, and for the time, he was taken into a small sense of security about his life.

 

It wasn't long, however, until he realized that he was wrong. Dead wrong. One week later, Mike laid down in his bed to get some sleep. He had spent the entire day with Sarah, and was exhausted. As he rested his head, he thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Shrugging it off as his eyes playing tricks on him, he turned on his stereo with some lighter music. His mother came in to his room to say goodnight. "It's really cold in here." She commented as she checked the thermostat. It read an average temoerature. "Maybe i'm just imagining it. She muttered as she left the room. In fact, the temperature was far colder than the thermostat read. As Mike fell asleep, he felt a tingle roll down his spine, but he barely noticed it. 

 

"Enjoying your night?" A threatening voice echoed through the darkness. "Whose there?" Mike called out into the abyss. "Who do you think?" The voice responded. "No...not again!" Mike yelled. A blood-curtling laughter rang out as a thousand sharp stinging pains erupted all over Mike's body. He awoke in pain and a silent scream echoed through his mind. His sheets were soaked from sweat, and as he went to the bathroom to wash his face off, he saw lines of red rolling down his arms and legs. Ripping off his shirt, he almost fainted. All over his body were needle thing puncture wounds all trickling blood. He ran to his room and picked up his phone. Running back to the bathroom, he dialed Sarah's number. "Sarah...it's happening again!" He nearly cried into the phone. He fell to the floor and just cried as each wound stung when anything came into contact with them.