white noise // muke

0.7

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"believe me now?" luke smirked. "y-you" michael couldn't even think of what to say. "yeah, yeah. anyways, get out." "what?" "leave, go, move, are you stupid?" luke crossed his arms. "i can't leave.." "for christ's sake, why not?" "because i spent the last of my money on here, ive got nowhere else to go." michael explained. "what about your friend's house?" luke asked. "nah, we already ruled that out." "well then find a way to make more money and get out." with that, he just dissapeared. michael blinked a couple times, trying to get it through his head that it actually happened. his thoughts processed as if there was a screw loose in his head. he took a deep breath and stood up, walking to his room.

he stared at his ceiling all night. how was he supposed to sleep after something like that? it left him confused and scared, unable to fathom the words in his mind to create and explanation. at first, he thought it could've been someone just playing some mean trick on him, but when he just dissapeared right on front of him, there was no way. michael's never believed in this stuff. sure, he's heard of it and knows people that do believe in it, but it never crossed his mind that it could all be real. now he could say that he's seen and knows its real, but he doesn't like the way he found out.

he couldn't think of any reasons why luke wanted him out so bad. was it he just wanted the place for himself? or a much more meaningful reason than that? these questions continued to go unanswered, and michael wasn't sure if he'd ever know the answers.