right, so theirs this teacher at my school, and well shes a right bitch, my friend was on her tablet and i was on my ipod getting ready to write and we where listening to music (dont go, bring me the horizon, amazing song< go check it out!!) anyway so i had that turned up and then this bitch came along as was like thank you putting her hand in my face, so we had to give her them, she didnt notice my phone and so being the dumb bitch i am, i turned my music off, she seen and was like thank you and i was like -_- and then i started laughing for no reason, like i was like pisssing and my friend was panicing, and my mum has to go in and get them... not cool, so yeah im updating on my laptop, #shit!!! and yeah, this wasnt important but i thought i would tell it to ya!! right the ponit in that was to say, their either wont be an update for awhile, or a shit tone of spelling mistakes, oh and go follow me on instagram if ya want @ rosiegracie12
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Brooklyn POV
We lost Jason 6 days ago, his funeral is today, Im not going, Michael and Calum are, mum can't and Ashton's coming to babysit, that's just fun! (hence the sarcasm)
i heard my bedroom door swing open followed by Ashton's voice "I'm here"
"And I'm under here" I lifted the covers over my head and closed my eyes again.
"And you need to wake up" Ashton jumped on my bed and laid down next to me. "I brought breakfast" I lifted the covers off my face and looked at him.
"You best not be lying"
"Would I be lying if I said your morning breath is rank"
"Fuck you bitch"
"That can be arranged" he smirk and left the room.
"Well then" I shook my head laughing and lifted my body off my bed, so cosy. "ASHTON" I screamed multiple times.
"What, are you dead?" He ran into the room in panic.
"Nope," I smiled "Can you bring breakfast up, the bed is cosy and I can't be arsed"
"Hey, don't swear"
"I'm punk rock, I do what I want" I said seriously, them drama lessons in school have paid off.
"No your not" Calum said while passing my room.
"Fuck you Calum" I shouted getting out of bed.
"OMG" Ashton screamed in a scared tone.
Jumping back i turned around in shock "What" I practically screamed and probably woke up some neighbours.
"It's lives" he bent over and slapped his knee and wouldn't stop laughing, ugh.
"I hate you" I walked passed but he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me into a hug.
"No you don't" kissing me on my check he let me go.
"Big headed" i ran out the room and into the bathroom and well fan-girled.
*Knock-knock*
"Hurry up! some people need to piss" I heard Calum shout from behind the wooden door.
"One minuet" I pulled out a towel and screamed into it, hushing them so no one thought I was going insane.
"Brooke, I can hear you screaming" Calum whisper/shouted through the door.
"Calum"
"Yes"
"Sorry, wanna say that again, your ego was blocking out sound" I sniggered as I heard Calum say multiple curse words at me.
"HURRY THE FUCK UP! I HAVE A FUNERAL TO ATTENDED"
Shit, picking my self up off the floor I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair and quickly brushed my teeth, exiting the room "AYE what was that for" I grabbed the back of my head that was in agony as cal laughed.
"For being a bitch" he ran into the bathroom like a little kid running from their parents when they had done something wrong but they found funny.
"Asshole"
He unlocked the door and peeped his head around and started singing andy biersack's part in asshole by Ronnie radke.
"Cuz I'm an asshole baby" he sang in tune then closed the door shut again and yelped in pain, the door had hit his nose, karma bitch.
"Calum, are you okay??"
"Nothing I can't sort out" he fake laughed and went about with his business.
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"Nighty night ashey" I kissed his check as he tucked me in.
"Nighty night Brooke" kissing my hair, he turned the lights off and left the room, the door open ajar, considering he was babysitting until Calum and Michael came back, witch is tomorrow morning.
"Brooklyn, pst, Brooke" my head shot up to the sound of my name being called, I couldn't see who it was, but I could see the silhouette of a man in the coroner.
"W-who are you" I reached out to turn the lights on when a cold hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me, he also placed his hand on my mouth, only my muffled screams could be heard.
"Brooke, I need you to hear me out, please, don't scream, don't turn the lights on, just don't, I know this is very cliché, but don't, you promise me that, I promise to protect you, okay?" He moved his hand from my mouth.
"Okay" I breathed out heavy "who are you"
"I'm.." he cut himself off "promise to let me explain, but I have to be quick" I nodded in hopes he could see my head. "I'm Luke"
"As in l-Luke h-hemmings" saying that name is hard to say, after all the pain he's coursed.
"The real Luke"
"What do you mean 'the real Luke'"
"It's hard to explain" he sighed and bowed his head.
"I have all night" I sat against the wall and moved over a bit and he wasn't still kneeling on the floor.
"Right, where to begin"
"The begging"
"Erm"
"Hey, turn it into a bedtime story, considering I'm getting treated like a five yet old"
He sat at the end of the bed crossed legged. "I'm no good at stories but, here goes nothing. once upon a time, a very lovely women had two older sons, jack and Ben hemming, Liz wanted more kids, and so she did, she had twins and called them Luke and Ryan, Luke was a nice kid, Ryan, he was troubled, he killed animals and brought them to his mum, she would pretend to be proud, but Luke seen the hate and fear in her eyes. then one day Germany declared war on England and Australia being allies with England, we got involved, so the four brothers went out to war, fighting against Germans, Luke was a coward in the war, he lost his two older brothers due to the war, this event was scary and changed Luke, Luke wanted to die, he was only young, he was 18 when the war ended, Ryan on the other hand, he loved the war, the sad thing was, everyone thought Luke died in the war, he didn't, he hide away in America in this house, till one day, his brother had enough of him, Ryan was on the run and needed a knew identity, so he ended his own twins life, and taken his name, Ryan was now Luke and Luke was no more" he looked at the bed sheets, I swear I seen a tear fall from his eye, "and that was the end of innocent Luke Hemmings and the begging of Luke Hemmings the mass/serial killer, I didn't become that man, I hate that people think I'm that man, I'm n-not" and then, the boy I thought killed my family broke down in front of me, he cried for a solid hour, he cried about what his friends, family and the world thought about him, the fact that he wanted to die, but it was just a phase, something he regrets ever wanting now, something he should never of wished for, something he hates being, dead.
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Murder house
Fanfiction"you think you can get away from me, hide, act as if i'm not here! honey, i'm here, and this is just one big nightmare you cant wake up from"
