He woke up at midnight sweating and hair sticking down on his face.
Nightmares.
He had them every night. He would sometimes be in the middle of the sea sinking. Alone. He would be drowning and drowning.
He tried to swim up everytime, but the water would force him down. The sea would have no bottom and there would just be endless sinking. His brian would always tell him to breath and his lungs would feel like bursting anytime soon. He would open his mouth to take a breath, but the water would surge up into his mouth and nose. He couldn't scream or think, the murky black water surrounding him, eating him up...
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He rolled out of bed and slipped on his slippers, went to the washroom and washed his face. He looked up and caught a glimps of himself in the mirror. The mirror reflected a tall blonde boy, with eyes in the bluest blue you can ever imagine, the cutest nose, that all you want to do is to boop it. A lip ring which he could pull off. He was attractive. But all he, himself could see, was a boy with huge eyebags, messy hair which he hated so much and a pair of tired, puffy eyes. He flung some water to the mirror so that the water droplets blurred his reflection and he could not see his face. He was insecure. After all those years of bullying, he could only see himself as a failure, a loser, a freak.
Back in his room, he went to the drawers and pulled out a black hoodie. It was starting to get cold. He then slipped on a pair of black vans and crept downstairs. His clothes in his drawers were only in two colours, black and white. Black was the only colour which he could express himself in. He would stop wearing black when they invented a darker colour.
His mom always told him to buy more colourful clothes before and gave him money. But he would always save up the money to repair whatever problem his guitar has instead. He only had one guitar in his whole life and he treasured it. Now, it seemed like his mom had stopped trying. Luke didn't care though, he hated his parents, especially his dad.
He reminded himself that the third and seventh stair is creaky and avoided them. If his parents found out about him creeping out at night, he would be dead meat immediately.
He crept to the front door and opened it. A gush of wind rushed to his face and he shivered. The streetlights were on and it was silent. He liked the silence, the calmness it brings to him. He walked down the street to the park near his house and sat down on a bench. This was the time where he was content of being alone.
He rested his head on the bench and looked up to the sky, there were stars, hundreds of them. They were shining brightly and blinking in the darkness.
They gave him company when no one did. He felt like all of them were his friends and they understood him, they accepted who he, himself truly was. He felt like they spoke to him through silence and that gave him strength. Maybe that was why he was never scared of the darkness, he knew there would always be stars out there.
AN//
Hellooo cuties :) I am very sorry about the late update, school is making me so busy :(
Sorry about that, but I am going to have a holiday soon so look forward to that. I hope you enjoy this chapter although it is short.
Last thing, DON'T LET ANYONE MAKE YOU SAD CUZ YOU DON'T DESERVE THAT AND HAVE A FUCKING NICE DAY!
