Schizophrenia|| 5sos #Wattys2015

Luke

"Lily!" I yelled. She kept running. "Lily stop!" Calum and I ran after her. Calum stopped. "Luke, go back to Michael and Ashton." I shook my head. "No." Calum glared at me. "Go back to the fucking room." I looked at him. "Calum, I can help." He shook his head. "Get back to the room." He sneered running after Lily. I stood there watching Calum.

As I walked back to Ashton's room I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder. "Luke we need to talk." I turned to face the person. "About what?" My therapist grabbed my shoulder. "About you Luke."

"Why are we talking about Niall?" I questioned. "I just want to know if you've seen him." I shook my head. "I haven't seen him for about three months. It was the day I went to see Michael I think." My therapist nodded. "That's a good thing." I smiled. "Does that mean I'm ready to leave?" She sighed. "Not exactly Luke." I looked down. "But it's been over a year." She nodded. "I know it has been Luke. We just have to make sure you're better." I nodded. "How will you know that?" She  moved forward. "Luke, it's based on how you act over the next month. If you don't show the signs of schizophrenia anymore you can be released." I smiled. "You mean that?" She nodded. "I mean it."

Michael stood out in the hallway his face stained with tears. He looked over to me. "Luke," he said. I walked up to him. "What do I do? I've lost both of them. I don't have anyone else." His eyes filled with more tears. "Luke you're the only thing I left that's close to being a family." I looked at him. "Michael, just go get some rest. Come back tomorrow and we can talk about this more." He nodded.

•Michael's Point of View•
I sat there in the car. Michael this is your fault. She's dead because you left. Your dad's dead because you left. I shook my head. "Just get home." I said to myself starting the car.

"Michael!" Someone yelled to me from across the street. I shook my head and kept walking to the front door. "Hey Michael!" I shook my head. "Leave me alone Gareth!" I yelled. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry about your mom." I turned to look at him. "How the fuck did you know about that?" Gareth looked at me. "The whole street knows by now, Michael." I nodded. "Of course they fucking do. Now can you leave me the fuck alone." I said walking away from Gareth. I looked behind me. "Get off my fucking property!" Gareth nodded walking away. I sighed opening the door.

I walked into the kitchen. I closed my eyes looking down. I moved over to the table. I picked up the broken bottles. I looked at one of the broken pieces. I held it up in front of my face. I threw it down. "No." I said.

I began to walk up the stairs when I heard a loud knock on the door. "Michael Clifford!" The person yelled. I opened the door. "Can I help you?" I asked the two men. They nodded. "We'd like to talk to you about your mother." I nodded. "Come in."

"Now, Michael tell us what happened." One man said. "She was drunk. She kept yelling at me. So I got up and left the house to go see my dad. When I got to the rehab facility, they told me my dad had overdosed. I ten cane back here to find her dead. She died from drinking." They nodded. "I'm sorry Michael." I shook my head. "Are we done?" They nodded. I stood up. "May we asked what happened?" The other man said looking at my crutches. "Car crash from about three months ago." They nodded. "We'll be back tomorrow." I nodded. "Okay."

I walked up to my room. I sat down on my bed. I looked over to my nightstand to see a picture of my parents. I reached over to it and slammed the picture down. "Fuck you!" I yelled. I sighed pulling the piece of glass out of my pocket. "Should I?" I asked myself. "Maybe everything will be better."

Note: Michael don't!

I'm sorry if the Luke part of this sucked. The Michael part I think was way much better.

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