scars [l.h]

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"so, uh, do you wanna come over to my place to work on the project now?" luke asked with a nervous smile.

"yeah," emilee smiled back, not wanting to say too much. he stood up quickly and offered emilee his hand. she smiled and took it, luke lifting her up as if she were a feather. the two were now face to face, their lips inches apart. 

emilee smiled and turned around, only to be pulled back by her shoulder. 

"my car's this way" luke pointed in the opposite direction. emilee giggled to herself and nodded, following luke to his car.

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he pulled into the driveway, parking the car and sitting back in his chair with a sigh.

"whats wrong?" emilee asked. she still wasnt used to talking but she decided to speak up anyway, because it seemed to cheer luke up.

"nothing, ive just never driven in a car without listening to music. it feels awkward" he turned off the car and starting unbuckling his seatbelt. 

"well then lets try this again," emilee said, grabbing the seatbelt from him and buckling it in again.

"what do you mean?" he gave her a confused look.

"i mean, lets drive around, and listen to music." she grabbed the aux cord and plugged it into her phone, navigating to her spotify.

"where should we go?" he smiled and put the key in the ignition again.

"i dont know. i wanna get lost and drive forever with you" she giggled and turned the volume up, pressing play on the song she had selected— sex on the radio by good charlotte. lukes smile grew from ear to ear.

"you listen to good charlotte?" he said, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway. he was in shock from the comment about getting lost and driving forever, but he tried to play it off so that he didnt embarrass himself, even though it was extremely difficult to battle the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach.

"yeah, the madden brothers are really talente—" emilee glanced down at the time. it was 4:50. she had to cut in 10 minutes. how was she supposed to cut if she wasn't even at home? she didnt have her razor, her wound cleanser, her shower, or anything that she needed, for that matter. emilee decided to go mute again and work out a plan in her head. 

"-nted" luke finished her word with a worried look. "are you okay?" 

emilee payed no attention to luke, for she was lost in her own frantic mind. how would she cut? she had to, she knew she had to. 

"emilee..." luke said with an apprehensive tone. 

emilee barely even acknowledged luke. 'his mom probably has a razor.' she thought to herself. 'they probably have a tub,' she assured herself. 'and rubbing alcohol and all that stuff.' she nodded her head and looked at the time again. it was 4:53.

"hey em, are you okay?" luke said, bringing the car to a stop at a red light. 

"yes, im fine. lets go home." she said softly and with a lot of trouble, as if she forgot how to talk all over again.

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luke pulled into the driveway for the second time that day and parked the car. emilee threw open the door and ran in, checking the time on her watch. it was 4:56.

she dashed into lukes house for the first time for her life and immediately began looking for the master bedroom. she got lost for about 15 seconds, and began panicking for the second time that day. but soon emilee found the room and ran in, looking left and right for a bathroom. it was right beside her.

she took a deep breath and checked the time. it was 4:58. she found a razor but the bathroom had no tub. she decided to just cut on her wrists for the time being, since she had no other option. she didnt want to get blood all over the rugs or the tile, so she placed her wrist above the sink and checked the time— 5:00. 

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