Muke One Shots

Society Is Fucked Up

Guys, omf I haven't updated in forever. Any one who was previously reading this probably deleted from there library because I never update but I was going through a rough patch and I'm really sorry, but I'm back :D

MICHAEL

It doesn't hurt anymore, not like it did at first anyway. It's kind of soothing now, makes me feel like i am in control of something. To be honest there is no true reason behind why I do it, I just feel like I need too. It's kind of my little stress reliever.

I might sound crazy, I kind of do, but I'm not. I just feel like I need something in my life besides dissapointment and greif. I lost my mother to cancer, my father to the AirForce, and my baby brother to a tragic car accident. I am alone. alone in a world where nobody notices. I sit outside, freezing cold, nobody by my side, and no one notices. Nobody cares.

I sighed and watched as the car sped by. Some families going for a vacation up in the mountains while others were driving to work or driving home to their loving families. And here I was, sitting, not helping society in anyway. I'm useless to say the least. I can do nothing to participate in this community. I can't get a job, pay taxes, start a global warming campaign. I don't have a degree, I don't have an education, I don't have a family.

They tried to put me in a foster care, but I wouldn't let them. I couldn't live with people I didn't know, plus, nobody would want a 17 year old. They all want cute little children who they can raise themselves, not some dirty, purple-haired freak.

What's the point of my existence? Why am I here? There is no reason. I was a mistake, I wasn't meant to be apart of this society. I wasn't meant to be born. So why was I?

I pushed myself off of the park bench and watched the cars again. They went so fast. Fast enough to-

"Sir, are you okay?" I heard an angelic voice speak from behind me. I didn't turn to see, instead I just stood and said nothing.

"Sir, this is a busy street it's not safe to stand that close to the curb." His deep yet childish voice seemed to calm me. I don't know why, but I turned around to face the stranger.

He was beautiful. Blonde hair styled into a perfect quiff. A black tank top on his torso with a flannel tied around his waist. He had black skinny jeans with holes cut where his knees were and a pair of black leather boots. His blue eyes seemed to burn holes through my head as I looked him over.

"I- uh, I was just-" I started, but he cut me off.

"Looking for a way out?" He asked. I nodded, looking to the floor in embarassment.

"I did that once. It was a really low point in my life. I felt like no matter what I did I would never matter enough, no one would ever need me enough, no one would miss me." He said, seeming to recall the memories.

"But, I didn't kill myself, obviously. I kept fighting because I had hop that someone would care for me and that someone would miss me if I died." He said.

I sighed, "I don't have anyone, I'm all by myself."

"Well now your not," He said offering his hand to me. "because now you have me."

I slightly smiled and reached out for his hand, letting him pull me onto the side walk and then into a hug.

"I won't let anybody hurt you." He whispered into my ear.

"Hey...." I trailed off realizing I didn't know his name.

"Luke." He smiled.

"Luke, I'm going to be the one who misses you, I promise."

"I'm going to be the one who cares." He said, softly kissing my neck before pulling me into a hug.