Demons~ Muke

Therapy

A tongue like a nightmare

that cut like a blade~

I was woken by luminous beams of sunlight filtering into Calum's bedroom. I sat up slowly, stretching my long and tired body with a certain delicacy. Calum was woken up by my movements, he groaned intensely as he also started to emerge from beneath the clammy duvet. "Why are you awake this early?" He whined, his voice was still hoarse from being asleep. He sat up rubbing his eyes and yawning, as did I.

"I couldn't really sleep." I admitted with a mumble. "I was thinking about what I was gonna say and just...everything." I added as I removed myself from the bed and made my way to the precariously placed mirror. I couldn't turn up at Luke's house looking like a tramp. When ever I got up in the morning I always looked like a complete mess. Now was definitely one of those times. My hair was stuck up and bent in every direction; not in a stylish way either, it was just shit. I grabbed one of the two chairs the room had to offer and took a seat in front of the mirror, sighing heavily at my tired reflection. I picked up Calum's battered straighteners, plugging them in and waiting for them to reach a sufficient temperature. I looked back at Calum while I was waiting. He was perched on the edge of his bed scrolling through his phone mindlessly. "Cal, do I have to do this?" I asked hoping for a response that weighed in my favour.

"Mate, you don't have to do anything" He said mock-sympathetically "but you are going to do this, and I'm not particularly in the mood for your shit, so for your own good I suggest that you comply." His feisty attitude returned in an instant and dread consumed me once again. I returned to the straighteners and got to work on the colourful mop that lay on my head. Once I was half satisfied with my appearance I started to get changed. A lot of my clothes were at Calum's because that's where I spent most of my time, so I had no problem picking something out. I wriggled into my usual pair of skinny jeans and slipped on one of my Blink shirts as I recalled seeing a shit tonne of Blink merch in Luke's room. Calum took his eyes off his phone to look at me briefly "You ready?" He asked nonchalantly.

"As I'll ever be." I said with a false grin on my face. I had to wait for Calum to get changed but it didn't take long. By the time we left the house it was just past half 11. I had to really rack my brains to remember where Luke's house was, but if I was correct then it was only about 10 minutes away from Calum's. Calum drove his mum's car most of the time so we jumped in and he shoved the key into the ignition immediately. The drive was slow and the closer we got, the faster my heart was beating. Soon Cal was swinging around a semi-familiar corner and I knew that this was Luke's street. "Stop." I called as we came close to the house itself.

"Go get him." Calum said patting me on the back. I could sense the patronising nature of his voice straight away. I laughed sarcastically and made my way up to the door. I took a deep breath before knocking cautiously. It was about 20 seconds before there was any sign of movement from behind the door. After about 30 I was greeted by the sagging and pale face of an old woman. I was taken a back slightly because I expected (what I assumed to be) Luke's mother to be younger than she was.

"Uhm...Hi." I said laughing stiffly. The woman at the door looked highly confused at the sight of me "Is Luke in?" I questioned, mentally beating myself for how awkward I was being. The confused face of the woman melted away into a small smile. The old lady chuckled to herself slightly but it was barely noticeable.

"There's no one called Luke living here lovey, I think you are after the next door down." She grinned softly pointing to the house on my left.

"Fuck." I mumbled to myself almost silently. "Thanks...uh, sorry about that." I said forcing a smile. I left quickly and ignored the sniggers that I had gained from Calum, who was watching my every move. It was time to knock for the second time but hopefully this was actually Luke's house and I wasn't about to disturb another innocent old lady. I inhaled dramatically and knocked at possibly, hopefully Luke's door. My knock was answered much quicker than the previous one and I was grateful. This time a man answered. He looked like he was in his mid twenties, he had a scruffy beard and blonde curls covering his head. Aesthetically he was very similar to Luke, his shoulders were incredibly broad and his eyes were the same shade of blue.

"Are you one of Luke's friends?" He asked automatically, seeming slightly fed up. The term 'friends' didn't really fit mine and Luke's relationship but I nodded nonetheless. He stepped aside and gestured for me to come in. "He should be upstairs." He said with a thick Australian accent.

"Thanks." I said rather sheepishly as I made my way up. I instantly recognised the sign on Luke's door from the night we met. Before I had time to regret anything  I tapped on his door lightly.

"What?" He shouted from inside, his voice was muffled by the walls. Luke and I were very similar in terms of our laziness.

"Um, can I come in?" I spluttered, and I could almost feel his face drop.

"No." He replied firmly, his tone was filled with resentment.

"Please, can I just explain." I begged with my ear pressed gingerly against his door. I heard shuffling coming from inside and the door opened revealing a rather pissed off looking Luke. He groaned as he 'welcomed' me inside.

"I don't have much time, I have better things to be doing." He stated: emotionless. He was sat in the same place he was when we kissed, and I sat on one of his chairs.

"Look, Luke I'm really fucking sorry okay?" I said in an attempt to ease his temper.

"Wow, he actually remembered my name, that's surprising." He said coldly.

"I know, I've been a bit of a dick..." I said, clearly embarrassed by what I'd done and the way he was treating me.

"A 'bit' of a dick?" He hissed "One second you are slobbering all over me, sticking your tongue down my throat then the next you are fucking running away from me."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." I whined "I was just scared, I barely know you and I don't want to hurt you." I said truthfully. His features softened ever so slightly.

"Running away hurt me more than anything else could. I felt utterly rejected, like I was some kind of nasty disease." His words killed me and I could tell they killed him as well.

"I always seem to hurt everyone, I'm sorry Luke. I'm the disease here." I confessed with a pitiful tone.

"No one has ever shown any interest in me for years, so when you did I felt ecstatic. Then you brought me back down to earth and made me feel like a total idiot." I felt like a monster when he spoke to me."Am I honestly that bad?" He asked, furthering my guilt. He wasn't bad, he wasn't bad at all. He was wonderful and I was a wanker.

"Of course you're not." I said desperately. Luke's expression didn't change as he sat in front of me.

"Is that it then, Is that all you have to say?" He asked passively. I stayed silent, bowing my head "Well as I said, I have things to do so I would appreciate it if you left." That felt like a stab in my chest but I didn't think I was in much of a position to protest so I got up and closed his door behind me without another word.