Infatuation (Muke)

"Where am I?"

{ TRIGGER WARNING }

When Luke was younger he would go to the local SPCA and volunteer, he would walk the dogs, pet the cats. He'd always give homeless people his last bit of change or buy them a meal. He's a very helpful person with a big heart, which might explain why he's so eager to know more about Michael and help him. Michael didn't seem to have the best living situation, since his house was a pig sty. He also wanted to show him how it's okay to be nice to strangers. Luke felt like Michael might need a positive 'influence' in his life, and he was willing to be that person, even considering how scared he was of him.

After Luke showered and got ready he laid down, went on his phone and clicked on Facebook. Scrolling for a bit, smirking at the drama that was going on with people in town, a post caught his attention. It was Ashley and her "new boyfriend" Justin, they just got into a relationship. Luke felt butterflies flutter in his stomach, and not the good type of butterflies, he felt like he was going to be sick. Being the curious guy he is, he clicked onto Justin's account and creeped. Then he saw pictures of him and Ashley kissing, and that's when he couldn't creep anymore. He threw his phone at the wall and slammed his face into the pillow.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Why does this hurt so much? Fuck sakes Ashley. Why did you have to do this to me. What did I do to deserve this pain? Luke basically was yelling in his thoughts. He felt tears build up and started to cry silently into the pillow. After a few seconds he got up from his bed quickly and went into the bathroom, his breath was shaky as his bottom lip quivered. He stared into the mirror watching tears drip out of his red eyes, he scrunched his nose up causing more tears to fall. He gripped the sink and closed his eyes putting his head down letting the tears drip.

I can't fucking breathe.. My chest hurts, my whole body hurts. I hate this feeling. I want it to go away. Please god just let this pain stop, I can't take it anymore. He was trying his best not to make a sound so his family could hear him. He turned around and saw his razor sitting on the edge of his bathtub, his lip still quivering. Fuck I can't believe I want to do this. He thought as he walked over and grabbed the blue razor.

His hands were shaking and he ripped the end off, then broke out a small blade. He closed his bathroom door and slid his back down it, still crying he stared at his wrist. I can't take feeling like this.. I need to feel something else.

Without seconds to spare, he held the blade and sliced side ways across his wrist and clenched his teeth, holding in his groan of pain. He sliced again, with his eyes squeezed shut, and again. He let out a deep breath and his tears didn't stop. He put all the pressure to his head and held in a scream, and continued making more marks on his wrist until his whole forearm was numb.

He put both of his hands down beside him, shaking and breathing heavily. He stopped crying, and focused on his stinging forearm.  Then looked at it and blood was dripping down on to the floor but not bad. He got up and grabbed some toilet paper and gently pushed it on his cuts to stop the bleeding. Just then his phone rang causing him to jump, he opened his door and walked to his bed and grabbed it

"Hello?"

"I'm outside your house, hurry up I'm not waiting forever." Michael replied.

Luke quickly grabbed a sweater and ran to the door.

"Where do you think you're going? It's almost dinner time." Liz asked sternly.

He slipped on his shoes "Out.. For dinner. I'll be back soon." And left the door quickly.

"Hey, thanks for picking me up." Luke huffed jumping in the truck.

"Mhm" Michael hummed like he wasn't in a good mood.

Luke fiddled with his fingers "So uh.. Where we going?"