Forgotten. (Luke Hemmings)

Prologue

Memories.. Funny concept isn't it? They can pop into your head at times you don't want them to but no matter how much you may never want to remember a certain memory, it's always there. There can be good memories, there can be bad memories, some can even appear in your dreams just by how much that scenario affected you. Memories can have a huge impact on someone's life but the special thing about memories is that they're always there in your mind no matter how much you might want to forget them.

Through out life you witness people change right before your eyes. There's change for the good, change for the bad and simply just change. There comes a time I life when you have to make a decision that's best for you. When Luke started hanging out with the wrong group back in freshman year I watched him change into a different person. I had to make a choice, I knew Luke wasn't the kind of person he used to be ever since he started to hang out these people named Ashton, Michael, and Calum. I knew he was starting to do bad things but I couldn't let him slip from my finger tips.

I was torn into pieces as I watched Luke turn into a different person, a person I didn't even recognize anymore. It's hard to watch a long time friend change for the worse because in all honesty I had become scared of him. I was afraid to tell him that 'he was getting himself into trouble' every time he would do something against the law but it was hard because I felt like he would turn on me and tell me to never talk to him again. So instead I did the only thing I could do, I sat back and watched him do all sorts of terrible things. Luke had become oblivious as to who he had become that he didn't even realize what he was doing was wrong. One day I lost it, Luke had dropped out of school to date a cerial killer. Throughout his entire life he always had his life sorted out, he always got A's on all his assignments, he never got in trouble, he always had a plan of becoming a professional teacher in his future. After him telling me the news that he found 'amazing' about his soon to be girlfriend, that was all it took to get me to finally speak up after a good three years of keeping my mouth shut. I didn't want to sound like a mother and baby him but I just didn't want to see him take the wrong path in life. I knew I had to warn him and tell him that if he kept this up he'll end up in jail with nothing but handcuffs.

So I had made my decision,

I just couldn't let him go, he had me wrapped around his finger.

It started on a weekend in May,

I sat on Luke's old beaten up couch as I watched him grow angrier and angrier at me by every second that passed by.

"What are you my mother? I'm not some little kid anymore! Stop treating me like one! I can protect myself! He shouted causing me to flinch as his fist made contact with the small wood table crackling as the wood split into two, earning a scream in pain from Luke's lips. He held his fist up to his eyes to examine his now bruised hand. No matter how many times I've seen this cycle of him breaking things he never failed to intimidate me.

"Luke are you okay?" I sighed while slowly walking up to him causing him to look up from his hand and give me a  glare.

"Damnit Vanessa get away from me I can take a little piece of wood out myself"

"What happened to you?" I blurted out regretting my actions as he swiftly made his way over to me as he towered over me while looking down at me with anger in those beautiful blue eyes he had. "Nothing happened to me, I'm Luke. This is who I am, this is who I've always been"

"Oh would you listen to yourself! This isn't the Luke I used to know, you've changed so much you don't even realize it!"