No Control (Luke Hemmings' Sister)

Chapter 8

"I'm just going to talk to your brother and then you'll be free to go." She tells me. She walks out and closes the door behind her. I open it slightly so I could hear their conversation. I saw Luke sitting in the waiting area next to the nurse.

"She weighs how much?" Luke gasps.

"90 pounds. You need to get her to a healthy weight." The nurse tells him.

"This can't be. I know she told me she was too poor to eat every day, but I didn't think she meant that it was that bad!" He exclaims.

"Just make sure she eats." The nurse walks away. I casually walk out of the room and over to Luke, acting as if I hadn't heard anything.

"Grace!" Luke embraces me in a tight hug. I knew what he was doing. He was checking to see if I really was as light as they said.

"I'm sorry." I mutter.

"How could you have let it get this bad Grace? You have to eat." Luke leads me out of the building.

"I can't. It's not that easy. Just ask Michael." I shake my head.

"Why do the boys always know these things before your own brother does?" Luke asks when we get into his car.

"Well you're never around me enough to find out about these things! Ashton found out about my cuts because he plainly noticed them. Last night Michael found me after I threw up because I was feeling sick after eating all this week! I don't tell them, they find out my problems on their own! Michael and Ashton both promised to help me, but you're just sitting around not realizing anything!" I shout. As soon as I had finished my rant, we arrived back at home. I jumped out of the car and ran to my room. I locked the door, ran up the stairs to the loft, and threw myself down on my bed. I screamed into my pillow and began to cry. The thing about Luke is that he doesn't understand that not everything I go through can be fixed easily.

"Grace! Open the door!" Ashton pounds on the door.

"No! I want to be alone for once!" I yell. Another sob escapes and I walk into my bathroom. I grab one of my razors and smash it on the ground. I lock my bathroom door and pick up a blade. Ashton had stopped knocking and must've gone away. The blade glided over my thighs a few times before I moved on to my stomach. I ended up with six cuts on each leg, four cuts on my stomach, and ten on each wrist. I flushed the blade down the toilet and cleaned up the mess that I made. I put aloe on each cut, hissing at the stinging sensation that I felt. I washed my face and unlocked the bathroom door.

"Are you alright?" Ashton asks when I come out of my room.

"Yeah I'm fine." I say as he hugs me. His arm brushed my stomach and I had to bite my lip to stop from yelling out.

"Luke told us what happened." He whispered in my ear.

"Oh. Please don't worry. I can get better. Michael promised to help." I stared down at the ground.

"Calum, Luke, and I are going to help as well. But Luke also told me about the two of you having a fight. What were you doing in your room?" Ashton questions.

"Lying in bed trying to calm down." I lied. Of course he would ask what I was doing.

"Alright. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that Michael said he wanted to hang out with you." He stops me as I begin to walk away.

"Okay, I'll see you later." I smile slightly and go to find Michael. I eventually found him singing with Calum in the basement. They finished and I clapped really loudly.

"Geez, you scared me." Calum held his hand over his heart.

"Sorry. Ash said that Michael wanted to hang out but that was really good." I giggle.

"Well let's go. I'll see you later Calum." Michael grabs my hand.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"We're going to be all touristy and go sightseeing!" He jumps up and down.

"Mike, 'touristy' isn't a word." I laugh loudly.

"Yes it is! Look it up!" He shouts. I pull out my phone and google it.

"Oh." I stared at my phone.

"See? It is a word!" Michael grins. A cab pulls up and we get in.

"London Eye." Michael tells the driver. Twenty minutes later we arrived. He paid and helped me get out of the cab.

"Two tickets please." Michael tells the lady at the bottom of the Eye. She nods and hands us the tickets. We wait for the other people to get on and slowly make our way to the top, talking about random things.