Fix Me | L.H

Nightmares

Dedicated to I_Miss_Penguins for always being supportive and voting frequently. You are amazing.
*Listen to the song I'm currently obsessed with rn by clicking at the media box on top.
Its a cover of it, b/c Leroy Sanches is so talented.*
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Luke's POV:

I felt cold all over and the winter season wasn't helping, it was all too much. My small hands were wrapped around myself, trying to make it all go away.

If only I squeezed my eyes shut a little tighter, maybe it could all disappear.

The closet was cold and I couldn't breathe right. It smelt of carpet and detergent.

Father always liked his clothes clean.

Mother was downstairs, she had sent me to hide. It wasn't long until father arrived.

I didn't want to hide anymore.

But I did it for mother. I hated the way tears streamed down her face as she told me to run and hide. "Don't come out, not until he leaves. Go Hunny." She had said.

I only nodded as angry tears streamed down my face. I don't understand why we don't leave.

We could live anywhere, as long as we had each other. We didn't need Father.

I started counting. It always helped to count.

I counted my fingers, the amount of bruised I wished to put on father, the shoes that were laying around. All without letting go of my sides which were starting to hurt from the way I was holding myself.

On the far corned, a shiny metallic gleam caught my eye. It was a box wrapped in paper with a gold bow on it.

Without hesitation I grabbed it and started to rip it open. A white box was revealed under, I stared at it for a long moment, wondering if I should open it.

I knew it was for me. On Christmas, there was always a single present left for me under our messed up Christmas tree.

Mum always wrapped it long before Christmas.

I opened the white box very gently, using the light coming from the small slit in the closet. It revealed wood and strings. A guitar, I realized. It looked new, I wondered how many extra shifts mum had to ask for at work in order to afford this.

I was smart for a six year old. Always thinking like an adult. Mum always said I was too mature for my sake. I didn't care though. I liked it. It gave me a sense of things other than what normal kids my age had. I wasn't stuck on playing video games or Power Rangers.

I enjoyed music, mum had bought me a small radio when I was 3 yrs old. I had seen too many things already.

I strummed the strings once ever so gently. I couldn't risk anyone hearing, he would find me.

My fingers enjoyed the strings, I would play something for mum later when everything was over. The sound each cord made was beautiful, caressing the empty room with a single note.

"Where is my food." He demands.

I clutch the guitar tighter. I might just break it. Maybe I'd use it to shield Mum from the hard blows that father gives her.

"Just a second, Andrew." Her tone was careful . Always careful, one slip and there would be a blow to her porcelain skin.

"It's suppose to be ready when I get home. That's why you got pregnant. Isn't it? So you can have someone to provide you with cash. Is it so much to ask that you at least feed me?" His tone in slow, menacing.