stalker - l.h

❊ nine ❊

i jumped up, my moms loud voice ringing through the half empty house.

one person i didn't want to talk to: my mom.

"yeah?" i walked downstairs, my mothers face coming into view.

"you haven't touched your food in days, your poor arm is becoming skinnier by the minute, and you've sealed yourself in that small room of yours. get out more luke, it's not healthy, go see your friends" she rubbed my shoulder, her face showed pity.

i thought about michael, i could talk to him. i usually talked to him if i wanted to smoke so he probably wouldn't let me come over.

i could talk to calum but he only cares when he's wasted.

ashton, couldn't talk to him unless i wanted to stand in front of a grave and cry for fifty minutes.

"i'll pass" i said slowly.

"luke, you have friends" she replied. i shook my head moving away from her.

"i'm fine" i said.

"luke" she groaned.

"please mom, i swear i'll be okay" i said to her. she then left me alone.

i started to become bored each second. my friends wouldn't answer any of my calls or texts. i couldn't show up at school, they'll kick me out.

i couldn't show my face again, i couldn't stay alive.

it was monday and i hated myself.