Addiction // Muke

Addiction | Spend it on drugs

We all carry these things inside that no one else can see

They hold us down like anchors

 They drown us out at sea

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Luke was awoken to an irritating, never ending knock at his door. The blonde haired boy groaned, turning over to bury his blotchy face into the soft, white pillow. The knocking had managed to get louder with each ear bleeding second. Luke managed to hum loud enough for whoever was knocking, he knew it was his mother but without a doubt Luke always questioned if she'd ever stop waking him up this way.

"Hi honey" a sweet voice murmured, with the creak of his door. "Time to get up! You've got a big day, full of learning" His mother, Liz, laughed. She knew how infuriated Luke got when being awoken to such a bitter sweet tone. Liz loved to tease Luke, just like his siblings did but she truly did love her son with everything she had.

Michael was awoken to the vibration of his phone, buzzing underneath his dirty, grey pillow. The coloured haired boy scoffed at the object before throwing it hard onto the floor. He instantly regretted his actions noticing the phone had slid across the floor boards as the alarm continuing to vibrate through out his room. Michael let out a groan of anger before ripping the blankets of his lanky body. He shivered as soon as his feet his the cool floorboards, frosty air nipping at his sensitive skin. He sleepily stumbled over to his phone, furiously pushing the button resulting in a quiet sound.

Michael threw a pair of skinny jeans on, and picked up the closet shirt on his bedroom floor. He shoved the top over his pale body, and pared it with his freshly washed denim jacket. Staring in the mirror, he sighed at the reflection. He tugged at the deep under circles that lay under his glassy green orbs. Before running his finger tips through his hair, getting small strands to stand in every direction. With a simple shrug the red head left his bedroom staggering down the staircase. He was greeted by his father as soon as he stepped foot in the kitchen. "Hi son" a warm voice filled Michael ears.

"Mornin' dad" Michael replied half heartily it was to early and he hadn't had any coffee.

Michael was raised in a warm, kind, environment. He still had fresh memories of his happy family living in a cosy house full of love. But soon enough his happy home began to crumble beneath his feet. His parents argued constantly, screams being heard from houses away. Michael always found himself curled in a ball, hiding under the blanket fort he always seemed to build late at night. Once the arguments had died down, his father would comfort the crying boy before he fell into a light slumber. A year later his mother packed her bags and left without a trace. The young boy never quite understood and had always blamed himself for his mothers absence. Until he learnt that his parents just weren't in love and people change, life changes, and others get left behind. Although Michael was happy with his small family, his life was far from perfect but he had a caring father and thats all he needed in his falling apart home. They were slowly but surely building the walls back up. 

"I have to leave for a business trip tonight, so you'll be home alone for the next few days. Which means no parties, Michael." His fathers voice stern, and prominent. It was no shocker his dad was leaving for several days, Michael was more then used to being alone. "Also stick to the rules and don't spend all the money on alcohol, I know you do."

Michael let out a loud laugh, facing his father his pierced eyebrow risen. "I also spend it on drugs" the fake red head chuckled.

"Oh god, don't tell me that" His father guffawed shaking his head in disapproval. Michael loved him and his fathers relationship, full of trust and jokes. Ok maybe him buying a shit tone of alcohol wasn't a joke but his father didn't need to know that.

"I gotta start heading off now" the older man paused washing out the porcelain coffee cup. He walked over to his son, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. "Go to school" he muttered.

"Yeah, yeah, I will" Michael confirmed with a roll of his eyes.

"Bye son."

"Bye dad."

Soon enough Michael left the house, shoving the keys into the lock and gracefully walking away once he heard the click, indicating that his house was secure. He dragged his feet along the pathway, not bothering to pick up his pace he was going to be late anyway. The coloured haired boy, searched through out his black bag, before retrieving the small carton of cigarettes. He pulled out the smoke, twiddling it between his index and middle finger before placing it softly against his plump lips. Michael searched for his lighter, eyebrows knitted in confusion when he couldn't find it. He groaned in frustration, before his eyes landed on a small red disposable lighter, hidden in the dead, withered, grass . He examined it closely before realising it was Luke's.

Michael grasped the lighter sighing deeply at the memory of last night. He didn't like to see the boy put himself through pain. He ran his thumb over the wheel before the small flame ignited. He lit his cigarette and carefully placed the lighter in his bag. He wasn't letting Luke near any type of flame. Michael still wasn't sure why he already cared so much for the blonde he just had this over whelming feeling as if he had too.

Michael took a long drag, letting the toxins destroy his lungs before breathing out the smoke in a such a pretty manner.

Luke shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, his eyes shooting back and forth between his two siblings conversation. The youngest wasn't to sure what his two brothers were arguing about but it was entertaining enough to watch. "Hey Luke" his mothers voice spoke up. The blonde turned his head to face her, swallowing the left over cereal before humming in response.

"I was thinkin'."

"Oh god this can't be good" Ben piped up, causing him to get a light tap behind his head from Liz.

"Shh" she scolded her eldest son. This resulting in the older Hemmings to roll his eyes.

"I was thinking.." Liz repeated, taking a sharp inhale. Nerves began to tingle under Lukes skin, why did she seem so nervous? "That we enrol you into the high school down the road"

Luke choked on his fresh spoon of cereal, patting his chest down in the process. "Nice joke, mum" the blonde laughed, shaking his head, his soft, golden hair flopping down into his piercing blue eyes.

"Lucas, i'm not joking. I think it'll be best" his mother replied, eyeing down her son.

"Uh-no" Luke paused, brushing his fingertips through his tussled and tangled hair. "I'm never going back to school, ever." Luke had a tough time in school ever since grade one, he never was able to fit in.. This proceeded to year eight where Luke was constantly bullied no matter what he did. The blonde assumed him breathing would make laughter erupt. He could never concentrate in class, feeling the eyes of other students burn into the back of his neck. Luke seemed to be a target for anyone who wanted to take their pain and anger out. Once year nine rolled around Luke left, and enrolled in an online schooling facility. Sure his social skills lacked- well everything but he was happy, as happy as a severely depressed sixteen year old could be.

"Just think about it, sweetie, i really think it'll benefit you in many ways."

The younger blonde sniggered, this resulting in a glare from Liz so he forcefully shoved another spoonful of sugary cereal in his mouth.

Luke wasn't going back to school, he hated every death like second at purgatory.

Same Luke

I've been writing books for so long now and I'm still extremely shitty at authors notes... So how are you guys ?

I also wrote this whilst I was sick and it was late at night.. So I honestly don't know how many errors there are

This is just a filler chapter but it'll be quite important later and it shows more of their origins

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