just a little bit out of my limit // l.h. // a.u.

- f o u r

Songs -

-Guns for hands - Twenty One Pilots

LUKE POV

Throughout the day I became more and more agitated. No matter what, I couldn't stop dwelling on what had happened near the lockers that morning. What was wrong with me? Why did I keep lashing out at people who obviously didn't deserve it? Well, the girl did apparently fuck 5 guys at one time and post pictures on every social media she had. Obviously I knew that I shouldn't listen to rumors - but everyone had seen the pictures, and they were definitely her. Either way, she didn't deserve what I had done to her that morning or the previous couple of weeks when my mood swings became uncontrollable.

The more I thought about the situation, the more it angered me, and by that third period I decided that it would be the best idea for me to leave the classroom before I punched someone. I abruptly stood up, causing the dude across from me - Michael I think it was? - to fall off his seat, as he was close to falling asleep. I stalked out of the classroom, faded black and red tinted the corners of my vision with tears close to falling. Not just with sadness because of what I had become, but with pure rage. I was slowly turning into the thing I detested most in this world - my stepfather.

I lashed out at the closest thing to me which happened to be a locker. I screamed and carried on lashing out, punching the locker multiple times, with grunts and gritted teeth. After I realized what I was doing, I gradually slowed down before coming to a complete stop, and leaned - feeling utterly defeated - against the row of lockers before. I muttered a quiet "fuck" after glancing down at my uncontrollable, shaking hands; my knuckles were bloodied and bruised.

My head snapped round as soon as I saw movement in the corner of my eye. It was her.

JENNA POV

Luke was standing there taking all his anger out on my locker for no apparent reason. I mean, it wasn't as if I had some weird emotional attachment to my locker but, really? Did he have to go that far? He slowed down and I realized he had left some pretty big dents - I managed to suppress my groan and settle for an eye roll, knowing it was going to be tough getting my stuff out of the small metal locker later.

I didn't even know how I had managed to get out of my art class. Usually teachers either felt sorry for my lame piece of card I held up for them from my usual back seat, asking for something, or were completely disgusted - either way, they let me leave.

Suddenly, Luke snapped his head round, finally realizing that I was standing there.

"Sorry, I just..." He shook his head whilst looking down at the ground. I did a double take at his words. Luke Hemmings? Apologizing? And to me - of all people? If you had told me this a week ago, I would have roared with laughter (or knowing my lack of enthusiasm, chuckled lightly), right in your face.

Slowly, I widened my eyes at the boy - stranger - in front of me, who was stumbling over his words. This wasn't the cocky, self-centered boy who enjoyed making my life a misery, was it?

Obviously, it all had to fall apart at the tiny gesture of me raising an eyebrow.

"What?" He snapped. "Am I not allowed to apologize?"

I shook my head quickly, then realized what it might have looked like, so nodded my head instead. All in all, his piercing blue eyes terrified me, making me want to either sink into the ground or just get out of his way.

"Why do you look so scared?" I stopped moving my head all together. He sounded so completely broken, I was surprised that the words had even come from him. His usual strong and controlling voice had vanished - it was as if that person was completely gone. He took a step towards me, and due to normal procedure, I took a step back. It was as if there were banners across my brain saying "STAY AWAY FROM LUKE HEMMINGS", "STAY AS FAR AWAY FROM HIM AS POSSIBLE"; it was reflex.

"I'm not going to hurt you!" He exclaimed, his voice getting louder as he spoke. At this point I was completely unsure of what to do - he was giving off so many different signals right now. "Can't you see?" He seemed to look at me with desperation in his eyes. "It's not like I'm in control when I hurt you!" He was shouting, practically screaming now. To be honest, I was stunned - too stunned to move.

He groaned looking down at the ground. "Why are you even still here?"

Realizing the question he had asked, I quickly, with fumbling hands, got my notepad out, scribbling a message on it. I ripped out the note and handed it to him with caution.

'You kind of just destroyed my locker that I needed to get something out of.'

When he looked up at me, I shrugged.

"Oh, I um-" He frowned, looking rather confused, looking at me for a couple of seconds, then walked away.

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WELL LOOK WHO FINALLY UPDATED IK IT TOOK LIKE 17 YEARS BUT ITS COOL ITS SUMMER AND ILL PROBABLY BE UPDATING MORE

i say that like every break so idek if its gonna happen bUT LETS HOPE IT DOES

OKAY SO AS YOU CAN SEE I HAVE STARTED THIS UP AGAIN AND JUST WARNING YOU IF YOU HAVENT GOT THE MEMO THIS STORY IS GONNA BE REAL DEPRESSING AND TOUCHES THE SUBJECT OF SUICIDE, SELF-HARN ETC SO IF YOURE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT PLEASE MOVE ALONG

mmkay bye

shonaaaaaa xx (lol there's a song called 'my sharona' and I'm listening to it now and it's weird thinking of it oh whale I thought I'd put that in god why am I telling you this bye)

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