Don't trust me, I am not like you (Mi's side)

Possably a mild trigger warning should be given here.

Don’t trust me, I am not like you.
Are you all right MI what are you doing on the floor?” Summer asked in her usual cheerful tone as I felt her hand touch the top of my arm. “Aren’t you meant to be with Emmet for a hour at the moment?”

“Yeah I moaned trying to look up and smile at Summer but failed “I just felt a bit dizzy so I thought I would sit down I will be OK soon.”

“You do look a little pale. Your not going to fait on me are you Mi? I much prefer you when you are conscious.” Summer said grumpy and though I wasn’t look at her I could tell her face would be set into a scowl.

“I will be ok just give me a second.” I reassured as best as I could looking up for a split second and smiling at summer.

“I’m going to go and get Emmet just in case. He unlike me has a nursing degree so can sort you out if you faint and he unlike me has muscles like the increasable hulk so can pick you up off of the floor, though mind you a two year old could pick you up off of the floor.” Summer babbled more to her self now then to me. Summer talked to much. She was annoying that was plane to see but I liked her kind of annoying it showed me some people where OK some people could still smile even if there world was disintegrating around them. I wished I was someone like Summer.

“Mi you no the deal no hiding from me and making me do my job right after food, you know I like to nap when I am, full.” Emmet shouted loudly in his joking voice as he walked out though that kitchen it was when he saw me of course that voice changed and I wished it wouldn’t. Emmet was so full of like and so joyful until I ruined it.

“Mi are you ok? What you doing on the floor? Are you hurt?” Emmet asked his voice softer and deep in his concern. I wanted to crawl away and hide in a hole. If Sophie wasn’t giving up with the battle then I was. I did not know how to live with out her but like to fighting fish in a tank there was no way we would ever tolerate each other, it would always land up as a fight to the death. The funny thing was I would win and I would lose all at the same time. By killing my self I would kill the monster within by slitting my wrists I was of course effectively taking a blade to hers. I had to be the sacrifice. I had to sacrifice my self to save my self. So I would win but I would die too meaning I had lost.

“She said she was feeling faint.” Summer said standing in for my lack of voice. “I was about to come and get you but you seem to have found her.”

“Are you feeling poorly?” Emmet asked concerned as he placed two steady fingers at the pause in my wrist her counted gently under his breath and I joined in. These beats where numbered tonight they wouldn’t be there any more as they slipped my cold dead body into the morgue draw. I wanted to be DOA so there was no chance of them saving me. So I was going to have to cut true deep and quick, no excuses.

“Thanks for all your help summer but do you think you could give us some space?” Emmet asked nicely to Summer when I did not give him an answer to his question. I didn’t know what I felt. Relief she was back to save me. Scared, I new what she could do and what If Esmee wasn’t there when she did it? Could I just simply fall forever? Which I learnt ages ago is actually worse then hitting the bottom. The falling is where all the feelings collide. The bottom is where they end

“Sure. I will go and see what delights will be brought to us in a shade of Green I never new existed tonight. You a big lad Emmet can’t you decadently throw the thing down the stares or something?”


“The thought has crossed my mind.” Emmet smiled before Summer smiled back and left through the door.

“So What’s the problem then Mi? You really feeling faint or is there a bigger picture?”

“I…I fell.” I stuttered trying to think of something to keep Emmet away from the truth. The only problem was my lying skills where almost non existent when it came to Emmet.

“Did I mention the fact that I was called Mrs Haberdasher on my days off?” Emmet asked sarcastically a hint of laughter in his voice.

“I am surprised Esmee’s bras fit.” I said allowing my self to smile as I glanced up at Emmet’s face through a curtain of my hair.

“So the real reason this time if you don’t mind or I will drag you to the clinic.”

“I just felt a bit sick that’s all.” I said this time trying to make the lie opaque as possible and as I did almost I believed in my self. He wouldn’t see through that and a part of that made me sad I made him earn my trust all the time and he never let me down yet he couldn’t trust me at all. I would always land up lying to him.