Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 28

Dedication to: @LarryTheGoddess because I keep seeing notifications that she voted for this story. So thanks for voting and stuff ^_^

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After school I sat in my room. My Mum was at work, and even though I had a good day with Michael.. I didn't feel good. I felt fat, but subconsciously I knew I wasn't.

I'm falling and I couldn't help myself.

I tightly hold the cloth against my wrist and pull it away, frowning at the now red material. My wrist was stinging but the bleeding had stopped.

I heard a knock on the door and I perked my head up.

I grab a sweatshirt and go to the front door, slowly opening it. "Hey." Michael smiles, holding a single white rose.

He hold out the rose and I hesitantly take it and ask, "Why a white rose?"

"Because you have demons and you need some light in your life... That sounded so much better in my head. Okay. So, what I meant to say was you're sad. Depressed, you know? Demons are like.." He begins to explain, but began mumbling incoherent words.

"Thank you." I smile and he walks into my apartment. I shrug and close the door. I stare at the white rose and it made my heart flutter. "Let me get a vase. If we have any. We must." I say to myself.

"Okay." Michael responds and I go into the kitchen. I open the cabinets, not seeing any. I reach up and open the highest cabinet in the kitchen and see two different vases. I grab it and fill it with some water.

"You didn't have to get me a flower." I tell him.

"I wanted to." Michael tells me as I walk into my room. He follows me and I put the flower on my desk. Michael's arms wrap around me from behind and he whispers; "You look so nice today."

"Same to you." I reply awkwardly.

He moves away and I hear by bed creak. "So, I think we should go on a date. A retake, you know?" Michael suggests, a goofy smile on his face.

He was so cheesy but I won't deny that I enjoy it. "No throwing me to the wolves?" I ask sarcastically.

"You refer to them as wolves?" He questions.

"Better than 'homophobic assholes', I guess." I respond and sit down on the bed next to him.

I eye Michael up and down, knowing that this sweet act could be a act. Or some sort of phase. Something that wasn't going to last forever. But I was going to enjoy this when it lasted. He leans over a bit and kisses my forehead and I close my eyes. I smile widely as he pulls away. "You're so sweet when you want to be." I tell him.

"Only sometimes." He responds.

We stare each other in the eyes for a couple moments then he leans in to kiss me again. He slowly lays me down and gets on top of me. We continue kissing as he pulls off my sweatshirt and he tosses it a bit. I play with the hem of his shirt. He runs his hands down my arms and gently grabs my hands and lightly pins my hand above me.

Then I get worried.

I try moving my wrist but his grip tightened as I tried.

"Luke."

I sigh as he gets off of me and I sit up, my wrists now exposed. Why was I so stupid? How do I forget that I have cuts underneath my sweatshirt?

"Michael, don't worry about it. C-Can we just continue?" I ask him nervously.

He gets up from the bed and walks towards the door. He looks back at me but leaves my apartment.

I'm a failure. He doesn't want to be with someone who cuts themselves, and he's leaving. He's had enough of me being around. I begin crying.

I get up off my bed as well and tug at my hair. I wish I could just be a different person that Michael could like, but no, I'm me. Depressed, self-harming me. Maybe he saw how fat I was as well. Why am I not fit like him?

Maybe I could start working out. And go on a diet.

I scream a bit and fall to the ground holding my chest as my breathing quickens.

He doesn't want you, Luke.

You're too fat.

Who wants to date somebody who self-harms? You're a burden he doesn't need.

Did you really think Michael was in your league? The only reason he hung around you in the first place was because he wanted money.

As these thoughts race through my head I get up and stumble to the bathroom. I open the toilet lid and get into the familiar position. I stick my fingers down my throat and my throat burns. I cry over the toilet, continuously making myself puke.

Why am I like this?

I calm myself down and lean up against the tub. I stop crying and I hear another knock on the door. I get aggravated and I don't want to answer it.

But maybe he came back for me.

So I get up but feel a sharp pain shoot through my stomach. I scream out and I hear the door open and close. "Luke?" I fall back down holding my stomach tightly.

"Luke?" I hear again as I see Michael come in through the bathroom door. "Luke, are you okay?" He asks me worriedly, bending down.

"Why did you leave me?" I ask him curiously.

"I didn't Luke I swear." He tells me. "Should I call 9-1-1?" He asks me but I shake my head no. He stands up, unknowing of what to do I think. Why must I cause everybody to worry about me?

"I'm sorry." I tell him and myself. I'm so messed up. I want to me more normal again. When I ate and kept it down, when I didn't take a blade to my skin.

"Are you sick?" He asks me and I shrug. "There's puke in the toilet, Luke." He says to me and I want to disappear.

I hesitate and reply, "I guess I am."

He looks at me like he knows something and bends back down. "Luke did you make yourself puke?"

I immediately shake my head but he knew. He probably knew. "You and I are going to go eat something and I am staying with you the rest of the night to make sure it stays down. I have been realizing how little you eat and how sometimes you disappear to the bathroom during lunch. Luke, if you have some sort of disorder I.. I need to help you." He explains. He grabs my upper arm and helps me off the ground. My stomach still hurts but it is slowly dying down. Why would be want to help me? Eating would make me more fat than I already am.

He goes into my kitchen and sits me down in the chair. I see a couple of plastic bags by the doorway and he just picks them up. "So, I left earlier to get some comfort stuff. I got you a teddy bear, some ice cream, and I got us a couple sandwiches. Just so we could socialize or whatever. I wanted to make you happy. I should have said something before I left." Michael sighs, grabbing the stuff out of the bags.

He puts them on the table and unwraps his and my sandwich. He puts it in front of me and I just stare at it. My stomach growls and it also has me in agony. "Eat, Luke. Or I am calling an ambulance. This isn't okay. I want to save you Luke. I don't want to see you hurt. I am falling for you and I don't want you to die because I ignored your problems."

So he gets up and he places a kiss on my forehead like he did earlier. I was happy when I was around him. "I'm going to try and save you, love." He whispers.