Off One's Rocker - Lashton

Chapter Sixty-eight

Chapter Sixty-eight

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Jack hurried out of his room as he held back the urge to pee everywhere. Hurrying across the landing, he yanked open the bathroom door and hurried in.

He pulled down his trousers and let the contents pour out. With his back to the shower and in such a hurry to get to the toilet, he did not notice his younger brother sat on the floor.

The blonde's eyes widened in fear as he yanked down his sleeves and hid the blade in his pocket.

Doing up his zipper, Jack sighed in relief and flushed the toilet. Spinning around he jumped at the sight of the blonde, his eyes wide with fear.

"What are you-" he paused mid-question in realisation why his brother was most likely in there, sitting on the floor.

Jack peered down at Luke's covered arms, blood evidently staining the grey material. The older boy shook his head. He was upset. "Luke, why?"

"I haven't done anything," he protested, tears brimming his eyes.

"Then why is blood soaking through your jumper. I'm not stupid." Jack bent down next to his brother and took his arms. Surprisingly, Luke let him have them willingly. He gently rolled up his sleeves, Luke wincing at it scraped past his cuts.

There was a lot of cuts. Over ten on each arm. Jack held back tears and all the little slices littering his arms and the massive amount of blood oozing out of his arm.

"You look pale," the brother remarked, chocking on tears.

"I'm fine," Luke dismissed, holding on tightly to the deepest cut on his forearm. Jack pried away his hand to inspect the damage.

"You need stitches," he assumed, worrying his little brother was going to bleed to death.

"I'm fine," Luke insisted, a little louder this time. He was being drained of colour by the second.

"I'm going to get mum and Alex," he told the blonde, quickly getting up. Luke grabbed his leg and clung onto it.

"You promised me," Luke begged, tears staining in cheeks.

"This can't go on any longer. You're destroying your body," Jack yelled, too emotional to function with calmness. This caught the attention of the elders downstairs.

"Maybe I want to," Luke yelled back in sobs. His arms were stinging.

"I'm going to get Alex before you bleed out."

"Jack, no!" Luke screamed, holding onto his leg even firmer. Digging his nails into the denim material.

The loud scream leads to hurried footsteps up the stairs.

Alex knocked on the door. "What's going on?" he called through the wood.

Jack looked down at Luke and mouthed a genuine sorry. Luke was weak, in weight and blood capacity. The middle brother tore away from the boy's grip and unlocked the door.

Alex stumbled forward slightly, and Liz stepped forward. "Luke!" she gasped at the mess on his clothes, arm and her carpet. "What have you done to yourself?" she began to sob, Jack hurrying to her aid.

Alex crouched down, this time, in front of the blonde. "You alright?" he asked, not angrily, just with grace.

Luke shook his head and fell back into the man's arms and rested his head on the man's chest. It reminded Alex of the time when the blonde had threw up and he had to refrain him from continuing to do so.

"It stings," Luke whispered hoarsely, a single tear spilling down his cheek.

"It's bound to bud," Alex laughed slightly. "You think you're going to need to go to the hospital? Do you feel dizzy?"

Luke nodded again. The man ran a hand through Luke's hair and smiled down sadly. "I'm going to lift you up okay?"

The blonde hummed in response and closed his eyes as the man lifted him off the ground and began to carry him out of the room, Luke reached out his arm limply for his mother to take, blood transferring onto her hand.

"Can I sleep?" he whispered as the man carried him down the stairs.

"Try not to," Alex advised looking back at his soon to be wife and whispering that he'll be alright.

"Okay," Luke agreed, humming to himself as Alex slipped some shoes on, the boy still in his arms. "Am I heavy?" the anorexic wondered, looking up at his old therapist.

"No, still as light as a feather," he remarked.

"But, not as light?" he questioned.

"No," Alex agreed, struggling to open the door.

"So how can I still be as light as a feather?" he questioned.

Alex shook his head in amusement. He missed this Luke, and quite honestly he thought it would be best to keep Luke of medication, even if it meant seeing and hearing things. It made Luke a whole lot happier.

He placed the boy in the passenger seat of the car, Jack and Liz climbing in behind them. "I'm sorry mum," Luke muttered when hearing a small sob behind him.

"Never be sorry for this," she reminded him. After a moment of silence. Alex looked over to see the blonde's eyes closed. "He's unconscious."

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