Bruises (Luke Hemmings fanfic)

I don't need help.

I sit there on the couch, going through my playlist. I can't find anything I truly want to listen to, and it's driving me insane.

Calum sits next to me. "Hi, beautiful."

I smile slightly at him. "Hi Cal..."

"What's up?"

"Just looking for a song..."

He smiles at me sweetly and kisses my cheek. "Do you sing?"

"No."

"Oh. Hmm..." He kisses closer to my mouth and I just blush.

"What are you doing?"

"Flirting. Getting to this..." He kisses me, his tongue sliding over my bottom lip slowly. I blush and close my eyes, unsure what to do as he pulls me closer.

And then he's ripped away from me and Luke is towering over him, ticked off. I cower.

"What did I tell you, Hood? Diana is not your fucking play thing. Stay the hell away from her!"

"You can't control who she dates!"

"No but I can sure as Hell control who she's fucking! And it will not be you!" He snarls. "You won't hurt her! Understood? Stay. The Hell. Away."

I look at the floor and cower away from him, scared of his anger.

"Shut the hell up, Lucas." Calum growls, storming out.

Luke kneels beside me. "Love... I'm sorry... I just... I know Cal. And that won't end well..."

I cower.

"Ana? I... I'm sorry. I just... I want to protect you. I'm so sorry. Please don't be afraid of me, Princess..."

I stare at him, scared.

"Diana..."

I look back down, ignoring him. He takes a step back. "I'll never harm you, love..."

That's what they all say. And none of them ever mean it, I always end up hurt... I walk to the bathroom silently, locking the door behind me. I hop onto the counter, and slip my jeans onto the floor. He checks my wrists... not my thighs... not my hips...

I pull a razor out, sliding it along my thigh. The pale skin cuts cleanly, dark red beads forming along the nearly unseen slice. I add more, deeper. I watch it when it forms a stream that runs down my leg and drip on the tile, but I don't stop. I keep adding, tears streaming my face. A slight pain rushes up from the thin slashes to my skin, reminding me that I'm alive and numbing the pain inside.

They're using me. Calum wants sex. Luke wants me as a trophy. Ashton wants me to say he saved someone. Mike wants someone to think he's amazing and talk about him... I want peace. I want death...

The knock at the door makes my heart race in fear, Luke's voice deepening it to a panic. "Love? Open the door. Please."

"No. Go away."

"Diana! Please! Open the door!" he shouts, panic in his voice enough to make anyone cringe. "Please! Please open the door! Diana please open this damn door!"

I wipe the blood off my legs with some toilet paper and then set to cleaning the floor, pulling my jeans back on. Luke begins trying to pick the lock, so I finish up cleaning and flush the bloody tissue down the toilet just in time for him to open the door and see me standing right there.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I lie, watching him study me.

"Let me see your arms."

I hold them both out for him, and he checks over them. 

"Stomach, hips, thighs."

"No," I say, my heart thudding against my chest in panic. I struggle not to look down, not to check for bloodstains, and it's a wonder that Hemmings can't hear my heart pounding away at my chest.

"Now. If you have nothing to hide, then it shouldn't be a problem. Put on a pair of shorts and let me see, Diana."

"I said no!"

Hemmings sighs, taking my hands. "There's blood under your nails, and on your jeans. Give me your razor, Diana. And show me how bad the cuts are. Alright? Just show me. I want to help you."

"I don't want your help. Don't you get that? I don't want help, I don't need  help! Now leave me alone!"

Hemmings grabs my wrists, keeping them tightly. "Ashton! Come here."

Ashton walks into the bathroom and looks at us, eyes dropping to my jeans. "Oh no..." I watch his fingers move to his own wrist, tracing over faded scars, before he takes my hands in his. "Why would you do this to yourself? Diana... we're right here for you. Don't you understand that? We want to help you..."

I struggle against them, but neither one of them lets me go.

"Micheal, go through her things, make sure you get every blade. Ash, help me get her cleaned and patched up... Cal, I'm gonna need you to get rid of the blades. Quickly."

"No!" I scream, scared.

Lucas just sighs and looks away. "Go, guys..."