Fear // Luke Hemmimgs

Day 1

Day 1 - Luke's POV

Nightmare
/ nahyt-mair /
Noun

1. A terrifying dream in which the dreamer experiences feelings of helplessness, extreme anxiety, sorrow, etc.
2. A condition, thought, or experience suggestive of a nightmare.
3. (formerly) A monster or evil spirit believed to oppress persons during sleep.

Luke's POV
   

    Luke Hemmings. The famous rockstar. The one in the Australian boyband.
    I'm tired of labels. So tired. I fear people are going to label me all my life. I just want to be Luke for a change. Just simple plain Luke. Just the boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lip piercing.
    School is another fear. I have the feeling of failure. Even people fear me because of the fights I cause. I throw a punch, break a few bones. The consequences don't affect me. Suspension after suspension. School after school.
    I have to move again. To another town with different faces. I'll be labeled as the new kid who's just a bad boy. I'm gonna give you a snippet of my life. I've moved from school to school since I was fourteen. Now I'm sixteen. I've been to jail five times. All for extreme self defense. I've almost killed people numerous times. So so many reasons why I do what I do.
    I don't know who will be next. It might be the girl sitting in my classes or just a plain girl in the halls.

6:05am

    "Lucas! Get your lazy ass up right now!" My mother screamed from down the hall.
Opening my eyes, I looked up at my ceiling. Today was one of those days. Just another nightmare, in which I can't wake up from.
    Nightmare after nightmare. Dream after dream. Day after day.
    I need to get these thoughts out of my head.
    Music. I need music.
    Scrambling to get out of bed,  I frantically look everywhere for my ipod.

    "Lucas!!" My mother screamed louder than before. "You're gonna miss your appointment with the counselor at this school!" 

    "Okay. Okay." I grumbled. I threw on a long sleeve shirt to cover up the visible scars. Then I threw on a pair of black jeans.
    Looking in the mirror, I realized that it looked like I haven't slept for days. It was true. Having insomnia can lead to a lot of sleepless nights. I messed up my hair to cover my eyes. I was just a broken reflection. No need to fix it.
    Walking downstairs my mother glared at me. "What?" I looked at her.
    "Your father is going to be disappointed in you Luke." She said. "He's coming home tonight. He'll hear what you did."
    I looked at her. She doesn't know what he does to me. She won't understand. "Okay." I replied hastily.
    "Let's go now. Get your pathetic ass in the car." She told me sternly. I was exasperated. I didn't want to deal with this today. I didn't want to go to this school. It's only going to end the same way.
    Luke. Stop. It's going to be different. It's going to change.
    "SHUT UP!" I screamed in the car. My mother shot a glance at me.
    "Not here Lucas. I suggest you shut the hell up." She yelled in a whisper. "We're almost there, so act like you're a normal boy."
    She pulled into the parking lot of the new school I was forced to attend.

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"Lucas Robert Hemmings." The principal said as he looked over my papers. "So it seems I'm going to have to keep an eye on you." He looked up at me. "If you hurt a student it's an expulsion, understood?" I nodded in response. "This school has a three strike policy as well. That means three strikes and you're gone."
"Okay. I get it." I told him. "Do I get to go to class or what?" The principal looked at me and nodded.
"I'll take you to your first class myself." I just looked at him as he opened his office door. The hallway was dead silent as he led me to my Algebra II class.
"Everyone, this is Luke. He's a new student here and he's from Australia." I tried to flash the best fake smile I could as I looked at my small class of eleven. The teacher pointed to a desk at the back of the room next to a girl.
I walked to my desk and slid into it. "Hey, what're we learning?" I asked her. She looked up with her green eyes that seemed to stab me in the chest.
"Quadratic formulas." She said with a quiet voice.
"Can I ask your name?" She looked over at me again with a look of 'I'm trying to concentrate'.
As she began to speak the bell rung. "I'll tell you later." With that, she was out of that class like a lightning bolt.
She was like a mystery. One I was going to solve.