Insane||5sos&TLLE a.u.

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a/n: I'm gonna start doing "songs of the chapter". They're songs I listened to when I wrote this, you should listen while reading c:

House Of Memories - Panic! at The Disco

Save - Tyler Joseph

LUKE'S POV

I come home to shouting and broken furniture.

I have to shove open the door because there's a broken chair behind it.

"Michael?" I say loudly, looking around.

"Fuck!" Michael yells from his room. There's a loud crash and I walk towards Michael's door.

"Michael? Are you okay?" I ask.

A loud sob comes from behind Michael's door and he pounds on it.

"Why? Why couldn't I fix this?!" He roars before sobbing and opening the door. "What do you want, Luke? What right do you have to ask me if it's okay when you're partially the reason that everything's fucked up?"

"I-" I back away slightly. Michael's eyes are bloodshot and his knuckles are bleeding. There are numerous holes in his walls and his dresser is on its side.

"What?" I put my hands over my mouth, eyes wide.

He sobs again and shrinks to the floor. "I told her...I told Kenzie, Luke. I shouldn't have. She thinks we're putting her in harm's way." He looks up at me through his tears. "It's my fault, Luke. I can't just..." He pulls his knees into his chest.

I sit next to him carefully. "Mikey, I'm sorry..."

"Why are you sorry?" He asks quietly. "It's not even you...it's me. It's always me!" He shouts and pulls at his hair.

"Michael, none of this is your fault. It's no one's fault but Ashton's, maybe, and-"

"Luke." Michael cuts me off abruptly.

I bite my lip. "What?"

"Today...she was next to Ally in the mirror. She found us-"

"Wait, Kenzie was?" I ask, knitting my eyebrows together.

Michael gives me a hard look. "No. It was....it was Savannah."

I choke on air. "What?" My eyes go wide and Michael studies my face.

"We went to the mall, which, by the way, was completely Ally's idea," He sighs. "And she looked into a mirror and saw Savannah next to her in the reflection. I mean, she wasn't physically there, but Ally saw her..."

"She's messing with our heads..." I murmur dipping my head. "She's trying to get to us. Shit, Michael." I groan. "This is bad. This is bad."

"I know." He says forlornly. "I can't believe that this...this horror story has to have us as the lead roles. We can't just..." He breaks off with another sob.

I scoot closer to him. "Michael, hey, it's okay. We can-"

"It's not okay. It's not okay! It'll never be okay, Luke! We're screwed over and there's nothing we can do about it!" He yells and tugs at his hair. "Please go away. Please...I can't do this right now."

I stand up slowly and look down at the sobbing mess that happens to be my friend. I rub my forehead and frown. "I'm sorry, Michael. I'll keep trying to fix this..."

I open the door and leave Michael alone on the floor. I don't really want to, but sometimes space is all someone needs. I decide to take that risk.

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I knock softly on the door, my breath showing in the cold air. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I let out a small huff of air.