Rejects // Luke Hemmings [au]

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December 26th, 1956

8:46am

Violets POV

After what happened Luke, I decided it was best to not ask him any questions. He probably didn't even mean what he said. I mean, he was drugged up and he had just been through therapy.

Luke said he's in love with me. In Love. No one has ever said that to me before, and I never expected to hear those words leave anyones lips in my direction. How can he be in love with me? I'm nothing special, I'm a train wreck really. I know nothing about love, or relationships, or life. He's been around the world, lived and loved already, how can he be even remotely attracted to someone who's lived in a stone box since they were eleven years old?

I guess the real question here is how I feel about it. If I'm being honest, I'm completely confused by my feelings. I've liked Ashton for years, he's been one of my best friends. For as long as I can remember, I never thought that i'd ever have to make a decision like this. Do I want to be friends with Luke, or Ashton? I just can't go on being with both of them. They hate each other.  But- am I really wanting to be friends with either of them? Damn, my thoughts are so fucking jumbled. Sorry Journal, I shouldn't be writing swears in you...

I can't ven comprehend what my heart wants. Both of them make me so happy, I think I love them both. If I was going to guess, I'd have to say I'm more in love with-

"Violet?" I hear Luke call from across the hall, causing me to slam my journal shut and throw it across the room. "Vi, are you there?" He calls. I walk over to my bars and notice that he's still in restraints, unable to turn his head to look at me. It's almost barbaric.

"I'm always here, Luke" I mutter, sitting down with my legs through the bars. I debate asking him what type of treatment he got, but I don't want him to panic. I don't need another Luke panic episode right in the morning.

"Fuck, I'm hungry" He sighs, tugging at his arm restraints, with no success in releasing himself. He chuckles under his breath and mutters something too quiet to hear.

"Someone should be here any minute to take us to breakfast, I doubt it'll be Ashton, don't worry" My breath picks up when the name leaves my lips, and so does Luke's.

"O-Okay" He stutters. We sit in silence for a moment, before I walk over to my pipe and grab it. I count the checks on the wall in the new location. This is the location I've used since the day I met Luke. I make a scratch on the wall.

"I've known you for 13 days" I cheer. "it's almost our two-week-anniversary" I chuckle.

"Well, we've got to celebrate tomorrow then" He laughs. His laugh is genuine, not forced at all. I can tell his brain is jumbled from whatever the warden put him through, but he's really pushing through it.

When I went through shock for him, I remember that I didn't handle it very well. I couldn't remember anything, I couldn't remember who Luke was. I was sitting in my room, looking around at different things, and I spotted the essay that we were supposed to write for English about the best day of our lives. I got an A on it.

I picked it up from under my mattress and unfolded it. Scanning it over, it made me smile.

The best day of my life is still a mystery to me. Living here since I was young, I've never really had a perfect day. Everything is always the same here, with the same routine and the same people. That was, until December 13th, 1956. That was the day that Luke Hemmings arrived at West Hill Sanitarium. I remember seeing him for the first time and being intimidated, but he was charming. I could tell that he wasn't crazy, and I can still say the same thing today. He's changed my life so much in the past few days, it's really a miracle. He compliments me a lot, and I don't see it, but he insists that what he says is true. He bites his lip when he's nervous, and he plays with his little lip ring when he's bored. He crinkles his nose when he laughs, and he has large dimples in his cheeks. He's taller than me, but not too tall. I look forward to learning more about the boy that gave me the best day of my life.

I remembered him instantly after that. I can't believe that I wrote those things after only knowing him for a couple of days, but now there is so much more I could say. There are so many more things I know about him that make my heart ache, and make my stomach release butterflies.

"Hungry?" I hear Calum ask, pulling me out of my trance. I didn't even hear him come up the hallway.

"Starving" Luke and I both say in unison.

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"H-Hi L-Luke" Michael stutters. I don't know why his stutter is so bad today, maybe he's just anxious because he hasn't had his anti-psychotic yet.

"I'll go get all our food, okay? Ill grab your meds too" I tell the guys, standing up an making my way over to the kitchen. I grab three bowls of oatmeal and ask for all three of our medications. I pour three glasses of water and also take three mandarin oranges.

"Here" I tell Michael, placing his meal in front of him and popping the lid of his pill bottle. He takes them immediately and downs his water.

Luke places his hand on my thigh and squeezes it, as if to say thank you. I feel electricity run through my body and my face immediately lights up at his touch. He notices my blushing and smirks.

"You like that?" He quietly asks, squeezing my thigh again.

"Shut up" I whisper, smiling widely and blushing.

I begin to eat my plain oatmeal, taking in the plain taste of water and oats. Who even created this shit? I swallow it down, slowly untwisting the cap of my Prozac, while Luke does the same with his four pill bottles. I'm surprised that he has 4x as many medications as Michael and I both have, given that he's not even mentally disturbed.

"No, Violet give those to me" Calum comes up behind me out of nowhere, snatching the pills from my hand. "When Ms. Woods asks you, you tell her that you took the medication like always, okay?"

"Why?" I ask, confused about the sudden change. I've been taking these for five years.

"You don't need them. Trust me with this, I'm going to be taking away your pills every morning and putting them in my pocket. You leave the empty bottle on the table."

"I think I need them, Calum. That's why I'm in here"

"You won't be for long" He mutters under his breath, walking off towards the other guards. His comment is extremely intriguing, especially for Luke, who's smirk has become even more prominent on his face. I roll my eyes at him playfully, continuing to finish my oatmeal.