So he did. He got up and walked out of the cafeteria, out of the building and out of the school grounds. He walked all the way home and didn't look back once. He needed a release.
When he got home he locked the bathroom door again and pulled out a hankie that was wrapped in a ball. He opened it to reveal another blood soaked hankie and the blade from the other night.
That night he made 25 cuts on each arm. 50 in total, one for each day he had ever known Luke.
And that night he didn't cry or sob or even drop to the floor. He sat in the cool air letting his blood run down and down his body.
He ignored the sick feeling that sat in his stomach and stared into the dark with a stony face thinking about every promise he and Luke ever broke.
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Oh, Calamity | Muke ✔
Fanfiction"I never thought it would hurt so much losing someone you never had, but now I understand" Luke was 17 when it happened. Michael was 14 when it happened. And those two facts, were exactly why it happened. -How Michael lost Luke to his own ways. And...
