Luke Therapy • muke

Ten

STAY TOGETHER FOR THE KIDS - BLINK182

Luke was quickly accepted into the popular crowd.

He had good looks and that was all you needed.

Michael was upset that they still pushed him around. Even if he was friends with Luke.

But Luke didn't stop what was happening.

He pretended to not notice.

Luke still talked to him but never as much as he used to.

He stopped cuddling with the black haired boy and Michael couldn't help but feel sad.

He hated feeling sad. It led him to do bad things to himself.

And he didn't want to do bad things.

Harmful things.

Michael sat on his bed as he heard Luke leave the house to go to josh's house.

Michael hated Josh.

When he heard the door click shut he rushed into the bathroom and pulled out a small tin container.

Michael cried.

Luke didn't like him as much, his life was progressively turning bad again, and he's hurting himself.

Six months of being clean were all flushed down the toilet that night.

Blood seeped out of the uneven marks on the boys pale skin.

He had small lines scattered over his arms and they seemed to pile on top of each other they more he moved the blade.

His thoughts took over and the crude words slipped out of his brain, to his hand and onto his wrist.

Fag. Weirdo. Loser. Fucktard. Idiot.

Michael's heart was as thin as paper.

One small move and he could cut, but if you tug him too hard, he'll split into two, or three, or four.

He'll break apart that no one will be able to fix him.

Not even the person who was sent to help.

Because all that person seemed to do was rip him into even more pieces.

Michael placed the blade back into the container and hid it behind an object in his cupboard.

He cleaned himself up, flinching every time something touched his wrists.

He missed the pain. He missed hiding. He missed his long sleeves.

He bandaged up his arms before slipping on his black sweater.

He fell onto his bed and pulled his soft toy into his chest.

He fell asleep with dry tear stains trailing down his soft cheeks.

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Luke came home late.

He stumbled into the living room, flicking the light switch on.

He was drunk.

Very drunk.

He crashed onto the couch and mumbled as he stripped out of his clothes.

He was to tired and uncoordinated to reach his bed.

Michael woke up, grabbing Daniel in his small hands before quietly walking down the stairs.

He hated what Luke had become.

A month ago Luke fell into his bedroom, scared, kind and innocent.

A month later Luke fell onto the his couch, intoxicated and neglecting.

Michael pulled out an aspirin from the pantry and a glass of water and set it on the coffee table for Luke in the morning.

He looked to see a half naked, sleeping Luke on his couch.

Usually it would be a cute sight, but he had love bites and swollen lips.

He'd been kissed by though lips before.

But he probably would never be kissed by them again.

He placed his lips on Luke's forehead and walked back up to his room.

Luke was awake the entire time, and he saw Michael's sleeve drop slightly whenthe boy was reaching for Luke's aspirin.

Luke hated who he had become.

But most of all,

He hated what he had done to Michael.

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