Porcelain Skin || Cake

Chapter Seven

The rain pelted down against the apartment windows as Calum awoke from his slumber. He actually woke up from a nightmare, his chest heaving up and down. Trying to get his breathing back to normal, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and sat there for awhile. 

Calum was freaked out because of his nightmare, only because Luke was involved with it. He couldn't get the images of his nightmare out his head. Feet slapping against the wood flooring was all that was heard through the apartment, as the boy walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He slowly sipped his water watching the rain outside from the living-room. The forensics tent threatening to fly away with the wind as it swayed about angrily. Nobody has heard news about what was happening with the murder of Niall, there was no leads or any suspects at all. 

It scared Calum a little, that there was still a murderer out there, especially with his window. But fortunately for the boy, his window hadn't opened itself for at least four days. That made him happy that his window wasn't playing up any-more. It made the boy feel safer and more secure in his home.

Sitting down on the black leather sofa, Calum thought back to his nightmare he just awoke from. The boy was confused, because in no shape or form was he himself in this dream. No, it was as if he was watching down upon someone. In fact he was, and that person was Luke. 

Luke looked as if he was about fourteen years old, he had cute chubby cheeks and his blue eyes sparkled. The scene would look normal if it weren't for the dirty white tunic and trousers he wore. He was in his bare feet, walking along in what it seemed a market place. 

Many people looked down upon him as he walked, but he seemed to take no notice as he stopped at a food stall that held fruit. He mumbled words that Calum couldn't make out as he gave the stall holder some coins. In return he got four green apples nearly all brown. 

But young Luke seemed happy enough, as he skipped back happily to wherever he was going. It was as if Calum was spectating all of this, as he watched Luke run back to a cottage in a field. Luke entered the cottage greeting what seemed to be his family, he hugged his mother and gave her one of the apples. The mother looked overjoyed to see this as she took a bite out of the apple.

After Luke had given his father and what seemed to be two brothers, he looked in the bag he had noticing there was none left. By now everyone had either finished their own apple or were too greedy to share. The young boy sighed and threw himself on a pile of hay, it seemed that it was his bed.

Suddenly the scene changed and Luke was talking to a man who was wearing a hooded black cloak. It looked like a dodgy exchange, something you'd see in a movie. Once again, Calum couldn't hear any of the words exchanged between the young boy and the clocked figure. 

But then the scene quickly changed again to a horrifying sight. Luke standing in an alley way expressionless, blood trickled down his chin. The blondes eyes were dark red as he stood towering over a slumped body. It was as if a camera was zooming in to the scene, as it came closer and closer to Luke and the body beneath him. On closer inspection it looked as if the body had hair like Calum's...in fact, it was Calum.

That's when the boy jolted awake in a sheet of sweat. Calum shook his head and chuckled, it was just a dream. It's not as if Luke was a vampire or anything, that stuff belongs in books. He carefully placed his glass in the sink before going back to his room to get dressed. The sun was already rising and it was nearly six o'clock. Calum was meeting Troye at the park at ten so what was the point in going back to bed. 

Opening his wardrobe, the fluffy haired boy picked out his outfit for the day. Which was a grey and black flannel with black skinny jeans. He pulled on his black combat boots before starting to make breakfast for himself and his best friend who he never really see's any-more.