It started with a knocking. Tiny knocking sounds on the walls of his room. Or was it the whole house? He couldn't tell. He just heard the knocking sounds in his ears, bouncing off the walls, making them appear louder.

It was three a.m. Why did he keep waking at this hour? Why couldn't he wake at two? Or five? It had to be three, that special hour of the night people say is bad. It's the devil's hour.

The knocking became gradually louder, and then his alarm clock went off and it wouldn't stop. Michael unplugged it from the wall, but that stupid beeping sound continued to blare from the speakers.

Michael wanted to scream, and pull at his hair and maybe just cry because this was so frustrating and he was scared. Michael didn't want to admit it, but it was true. He was terrified out of his mind.

"Please stop." He whimpers, bringing his knees to his chest as he hides his face. He just wanted this to stop, he hasn't done anything wrong to deserve this. Why him?!

"Please, stop!" he cries out again, and everything stops at once. The knocking is gone, and his alarm clock has stopped. He slowly lifts his head, and turns on the lamp next to his bed.

When he goes to plug in his alarm clock, he notices it is already plugged in.

And then all at once everything is crashing and this time there is banging on his walls and his alarm is louder than before. His lamp is laying on the ground next to his bed and things are flying off his dresser and he's scrambling out of his room and down the hall. His eyes are wide, hands shaking as he brings them to open Ashton's door.

Ashton's still asleep, meaning he heard nothing and he was fine. Michael shuts the door behind him, locking it, and crawls in bed behind Ashton. He can't sleep, though. His heart is still racing, he feels like it might beat out of his chest any moment. His hands are still shaking, and he's trying his best to calm his breathing so he doesn't wake Ashton.

He doesn't get any sleep that night.

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It's almost noon when Ashton wakes up. Michael is still laying behind him, but now he's calm and his eyes are closed as he relaxes. He still can't sleep, maybe because he's scared it will happen again, or maybe because he doesn't want to relive it in a dream.

"Mikey?" Ashton questions, yawning as he sits up in bed.

Michael's eyes snap open, his heart racing again as he's startled from the sudden voice. He looks up at Ashton, visibly relaxing.

"What're you doing in here?" Ashton asks. He doesn't mind, he's just curious.

"Um.." Michael mumbles, what was he supposed to say? He searches his brain for an excuse, but he's still not in his right mind. "I don't know." He says instead. "Are you mad?"

"No," Ashton shakes his head, a small smile slipping on his face. "but breakfast would be nice."

Michael nods, returning a smile of his own. "Sure, I'll get started." He says as he gets out of Ashton's bed, and slips out of the room quietly.

Michael loves to cook. He's always up to learning new recipes and cooking for an event. Its something he enjoys, something he can do all the time without growing bored of it.

He's chopping onions when it slips. He misses the onion, and instead gets his arm. He instantly backs away from the food, holding his arm above the sink. Blood is running down his arm, and dripping into the sink and he feels queasy as he stares at it. Michael is losing a lot of blood, he must have cut deeper than he thought. But, he's never been a fan of blood, he can't stand the sight of it.

Ashton's name is barely out of his mouth when he falls to the ground unconscious.

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I'm updating again sometime later. Its now 4am and I suddenly got motivated for this chapter. (I know its short I'm sorry but I'm making it up with another update later today))

I also scared myself with this chapter because I swear a light turned off while I was writing this

ooooh does anyone wanna make me a trailer?? I'll love you long time (and give you a dedication))