♡ hey loves Yea I had to restart this story cuz of a stupid glitch well here ya go p.s you look hella hot♡
Luke's pov△
**warning: may trigger some readers such as self harmers **
It wasn't fair. He was perfect I was so..imperfect! I got up from my bed and went to my bathroom. "Sorry" I mumbled to myself. I opened my drawer and pulled out my friend the razor "hey long time No see razor" I told it. I sat down on the pastel purple tiles that lined up in my bathroom. I rolled up my sleeves and scrunched up my nose. Cuts. Fresh and old ones lined up and down and across my arms. Some deep some not. I sighed at the stories behind the scars, "hemmings, you fucken failure". Tears started to prick the corners of my eyes, i let them fall for a few and started to slice up my skin. One cut for not being good enough, another for failing in life and more for being worthless. I wipe away the tears from my eyes and looked down at my arms. More than ten fresh ones in each arm sliced in deeply. Crimson red blood oozing out. Everything starts to blur. I tried to clean up the drops of blood on the floor with a cloth and got up. I looked into the mirror. I was a mess. My dirty blonde hair was everywhere, my eyes had bags and they were red, and tears were staining my cheeks. "Luke look at you, your worthless. No one likes you." I heard a knock coming from downstairs. I frantically cleaned up my cuts and pulled down my sleeves and headed downstairs. "Who is it?" I said while going down the stairs. Then my door opened revealing my old friend Ashton. A large smile plastered my have as a ran and tackled him in a crushing hug. "Ashton!!!" I screamed. He giggled and huged me back tightly "Luke!!!" He screamed, I giggled at that and got up. I offered him my hand which he gladly took. I smiled at him "ash, What are you doing here?" He then dropped his smile and looked down. "I h-have to tell you s-something." I frowned. "Sure" we both sat down on the sofa.
