Thanks again GraceFullbuster. This one is a bit more fun. Hope you like it.
----------------------------The Mishapocolypse. One of the most confusing days I've ever heard of. All my friends on Facebook called themselves and each other Misha, a few of the other cast members joined, even Misha was amused. We've been dating for months now. He made me happy. Recently though, he's just seemed...different. Something doesn't seem right. He's keeping a secret from me...why would he need to? The more and more I think about it, the more and more I feel empty. Is he trying to leave me? Three weeks later, I can't handle it. I take my swiss army knife from my purse, pull up my sleeve, and make slits in my flesh. One, two, three, I keep cutting slowly until my knuckles, arm, and knife are stained red. I cry softly as pain runs through my body. I wash myself and the knife and place it in my purse. My oversized sweater and leggings hide all the evidence. He gets home that night and we cuddle. "That really what you've worn all day? It's a million degrees outside." He smiled at me and I chuckled. "Liar, its the middle of winter." He smiled at me and tugged at my shirt. I rolled my eyes and giggled, slightly panicked. "Whatcha nervous for? You scared of the...TICKLE MONSTER!!" He poked and scratched my sides and stomach, causing me to collapse into a laughing heap of flesh. "s-stop! Stop it!! Hahaha! I ca-can't..hahaha!!!" He kept tickling me until something caught his eye. My sweater sleeve had a bit of red on the rim. I looked at him confused. "Hon?" He pointed to my sleeve. I looked at it and panicked. "Uhmm...I...I-I..." He lifted my sleeve and I fought back. I refused to let him see. He eventually got as he wanted and saw a bloody arm. I winced in pain as the woven wool fabric pulled off a thin layer of fresh scabs. He looked from my bloody arm to my crying face. I slowly pulled my arm away from his grasp and hugged my legs to my chest. He grabbed my chin lightly and pulled my face to look at his. "Why did you do this to yourself? Did I do something wrong? Did someone hurt you?" I looked away and started to tear up, embarrassed. "You don't care about me anymore..." He looked at me silently. I looked back at him to see him stunned. "Who said that?" I sniffled. "you're hiding secrets from me, you seem more distant, you've gone quiet. Why do you need to hide from me? Am I not important anymore...?" He looked at me and hugged me close. "If you really want to know so bad, then I guess I have no choice but to tell you..." He reached behind him and pulled a small black box from under the pillow and grabbed his phone from his pocket. He sent something to his friends on Facebook. Only one word:'Now!!' all the Misha's started to text me simultaneously, the same message. "Will you marry me?" He pulled the small box open and I started crying a bit more. He opened it to see a beautiful ring. "So...what do you say, Raina? Will you?" my lips curled into a smile and my eyes flooded. "Yes" we kissed and he placed the ring on my finger after making me promise him one thing: to tell him whenever something's wrong. I gladly agreed.