@blackviolets - michael x violet
Michael was sitting there on the staircase, crying a little at how everyone was pushing him away. His grandmother killed herself, his mother never wanted to see him. Ben, the one he saw as his father figure was trying to help him as much as he could. and it helped a little. But somehow, the dark side was craving for him. And he had trouble resisting it. And to get to the worst, as much as he tried to get the attention of his father, his real father, he was only making it worse. He could see Tate coming his way, anger visible on his features as he started yelling at him. Michael wasn’t able to response. He was on shock, and he was sad. And all he did was crying. But right then when Tate was grabbing for his shoulders, pulling him up and being ready to do whatever, he heard a voice. A sweet little voice that stopped Tate from doing what he wanted to. Michael had his eyes closed, but he opened them to see a young girl standing there. She talked to Tate who let suddenly go of him and walked off. Michael was confused, staring at the girl.
“Why did you do this?”













