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i jumped at the slightest of sounds 

When the lock on the door opened with a 'click!' and Michael finally left the bathroom, Luke wasn't sure what to expect.

Of course, none of these situations involved what he really saw: Michael's face pale and worn out, his body shaking slightly, patches of red seeping through the sleeves of his thin sweater.

"L-Luke," Michael coughed and collapsed down onto the floor, lending onto Luke's shoulder for support. It was obvious that the boy was traumatised and Luke wasn't sure how to help.

"Oh god." Luke whispered, having no idea of how anyone could react to this situation calmly. He simply chose to wrap his arms around the smaller boy in an attempt to make him feel safe. "Why would you do this to yourself?"

"I just w-wanted them to like m-me." Michael sobbed.

"Who?" Luke rested a hand on the boy's back, trying to calm him down. "Michael, who made you do this to yourself?"

"Everyone! I go to school everyday and they laugh at me, call me a fag, tell me I should die." It took everything in Michael not to cry through the whole sentence.

"I thought that if I gave myself the pain they said I deserved they would stop hurting me." Michael's voice broke as he tried to calm himself down. "Maybe they'd let me in."

"Michael..." Luke wasn't sure what to say but from the way his voice shook with each word, he knew he was also close to crying.

"You don't need to change yourself for other people, especially not if it hurts you like this."

"But they told m-"

"That's doesn't matter!" Luke spoke up" Anyone who doesn't accept you as you are isn't worth your time, I know it might be hard to understand and we don't know each other so i have no idea what life is like for you at school, but just stick with the friends you have instead of trying to suck up to kid who won't like you either way."

"What if I don't have friends already?" Michael replied with a low voice.

Luke felt his heart break when he heard that. How on Earth could someone as pure and adorable like Michael not have any friends? He was by far the sweetest person that Luke had met, even if they had never spoken before today.

"Then you walk into that school with your head held high," Luke smiled and ruffled the soft, lilac hair on Michael's head. "And show them exactly what they're missing out on."

Michael stayed silent after that and focused on his breathing, trying his best to keep calm. Luke was supportive, tightening his grip on Michael's shoulders and breathing with him.

"Let's go get you cleaned up."

Michael nodded, for some reason not caring that Luke would get to see his scars and cuts if he agreed to go and get cleaned up. Luke was probably just part of some crazy dream anyone, what would be the problem?

They remained in a comfortable silence after Luke closed the bathroom door behind them. Michael took a seat on top of the sink and Like rooted through drawers and shelves until he sm found a first aid kit, beginning to apply disinfectant and cotton swabs to Michael's wounds, both the healing ones and the fresher cuts.