Bring Me To Life

By April

 

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. You know it. I know it. America knows it.

Summary: Michael POV set after "Graduation".

Rating: R

Author’s Note: I’ve challenged myself to write a series of VERY short POV fics, each with the title of a song by Evanescence off of their AWESOME CD Fallen.

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"(Wake me up)

Wake me up inside

(I can’t wake up)

Wake me up inside

(Save me)

Call my name and

Save me from the dark

(Wake me up)

Bid my blood to run

(I can’t wake up)

Before I come undone

(Save me)

Save me from the

Nothing I’ve become!"

There was a point in my life, or rather a long endless series of points in my life, where I wasn’t living, where I wasn’t leading a life at all, but only an existence. I had no one. Well, of course, I had Max and Isabel, but I was forced to know them, to trust them. I’d never been able to choose anyone, to choose anything until the day I met her, until the day I (unwillingly) chose her.

Her skin was so soft, her lips so delicate, her taste so sweet. She is still perfect like that, so perfect that I feel that I don’t deserve to be touching her, for my hands are rough and calloused, that I feel I do not deserve to be kissing her, because my lips aren’t as smooth as they used to be, that I don’t deserve to be tasting her, because I’m rougher than I ought to be. But she lets me. She wants me to. She takes my hand and leads it down to her core, whispering, "Please."

Our bodies become one, and I begin to realize that my existence has turned into something so much more, something so much great.

Being with Maria like this, just being with her in general, actually, it wakes me up. She wakes me up and gives me hope and love and life.

She brings me to life . . .

We love each other in this exhilarating way any chance we get, for, when you’re on the run from the entire world, you don’t get a lot of time to yourselves. When we stop at gas stations and everyone gets out to go in and buy some food, we stay in. She tells me that she needs me inside of her. I enter her quickly and smoothly and begin to move with her. We can’t be with each other for too long. In fact, I’m only within her for a minute or so, but it makes no difference. Anytime I’m with Maria, whether it’s all day and all night or for just a brief moment as it usually is nowadays, I feel things that I’ve never felt at any other time in my life, that I will never feel unless I’m with her. I feel absolute euphoria.

I feel alive.

THE END