In the asylum
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I enter the room and see Michael sitting alone on the bed wearing a blue shirt. He always looks the same; messy hair, puffy red eyes, and shaking hands.
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"Hi, Michael, how are you?" I ask while holding my tears
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he always never answers
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"Are you feeling better?" He don't even take a breath, only the sound of ticking clock.
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I quickly sit beside him and ask "Baby, talk to me, please" this time i cant hold back the tears, i let them out. "I love you, you know that?" he still refuse to answer.
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"i wanna go home" he whispers with hourse voice.
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"baby, i'll take you home when yo--"
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"i wanna go home, please" this time he is crying
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"Baby please dont cry..."
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"take me home, please.. i beg you!" now he is kneeling down and grips my hands hardly
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"Katyln, please get me out of here, i'm losing my mind here, please, please, please! I promise i'll be a good boy!" He is crying out loud, but there is nothing i can do. So i just sit, crying, covering my mouth with my palm and watch him suffering.
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his hands shaking, "Katyln!!! Katyln pleaasee! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! I'll do anything, i'm promise!! Im losing my mind here!!" all i do is watching him and say nothing.
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"KATYLN!! PLEASE!! IM BEGGING!! KATYLN!! ANSWER ME!!" he yells while sobbing asking for an answer. My heart breaks to see him broken into pieces.
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The alarm goes on, all doctors start to come in and inject him with drugs... i never thought in my life that my boyfriend would end up like this... never in my life.

A/N Credit To Fuxinglisbeth On Instagram.