Luke walks down the hall of North Christan high school all alone again. It was common for Luke to walk alone. He was always alone. Luke Hemmings was I guess you could say he was concittered the biggest "Emo Freak" and "Failure" in school.
Walking down the halls people start to give Luke weird looks which is normal but Luke hates the glares and looks. He just wants to be a normal kid who has friends and doesn't spend everyday at lunch sitting in the janitors closet. Well in school that's his getaway. When something goes wrong or he just needs someplace to get he goes and sits in the janitors closet. The janitor knows Luke runs in there and hides so he kinda made it roomie for him by putting a pillow in there for him to sit on,a old fashion CD player where u actually have to put the CD in to play it,a couple sketch pads, some pencils and a portable charger for a phone.
As Luke walks down the hall he notices Michael Clifford,the schools most popular guy/Bully. Luke admires Michael. Not for the way he acts but for the fact that Luke has had a crush on Michael since he was 7 and Michael was 8. Luke never told Michael how he liked him because he was afarid Michael would just laugh in his face and call him Gay. Luke was Bi but he never liked a girl as much as he liked Michael. Michael had made eye contact with Luke and he quickly looked back at the floor and continued walking till about half way down the hall when he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see Michael starring at him. Luke was just a little bit taller than him.
"Where you headed to freak?" Michael smirked at Luke. "Just leave me alone please." Luke begged which didn't set Michael off but it showed as a sign of weakness in Michaels eyes. He pushed Luke to the ground and Michael and the other kids began to punch and kick Luke. He was kicked super hard in the back and punched in the stomach and even took a few kicks to the ribs. Luke cried out in pain but no one seemed to care. Not eben the teachers. They all just walked past and watched. Once the bell rang a short time after the boys including Michael all went to class.
"Later Faggot. It will be worse next time." Michaels said as he spit on Luke before walking away. Luke tried his hardest to curl up in a ball but he couldn't. He had tears constantly running down his face. He doesn't know why Michael bullies him. He just wishes it would stop.
He limped out of school and went home. Luke looked in the mirror as soon as he got home and cried worse. Hr couldn't stand to look in the mirror. He didn't like looking at his reflection. All the names people ever called him were running around constantly in his head.
"Emo Fraek" "Faggot" "Suicidal" "Cunt" "Bitch" "Man-whore"
Luke wanted to stop all this pain he was feeling so he dug around in the drawer soon to find his blade hidden under a box of toothpaste. He looked in the mirror before lifting up his sleeve to reveal his scarred skin and pushed the blade up to his skin and began to cut. Not to long and not too deep. Just deep enough to feel the pain. He dropped the bloody blade in the skin before leaning up against the wall and sliding down. Luke smiled a bit. Not a happy one but a releaved smile. He finally understood why he didn't love himself like he should...
