Try Hard || Luke Hemmings A.U

0.1

I hate mirrors.

I hate the fact that when I look in a mirror, it begins to break. It begins to shake at the seams, leaving spiderwebs of cracks on the glimmering surface. I'm a fucking monster.

I'm friends with the monster,
That's under my bed.
Get along with the voices,
Inside of my head.
You're trying to save me,
Stop holding your breath.
You think I'm crazy
Yeah
You think I'm crazy.

I clench my fingers into a fist, hitting the foggy glass.

THUD!

" Could I ever love someone like you?"

" I couldn't. You're trying too hard."

The glass cracks, and blood begins to run down my fingers. I don't feel anything. All I can see is Calum's face. The way he held cigarettes in his mouth. The way he tasted. The way his face lights up when he laughs. Like that day he left me. He laughed. Asshole.

THUD!

" You're a nobody. That's all you'll ever be. A fucking Try Hard."

I have to prove him wrong.

I have to.

Right?

With my blood smearing on the glass, I looked at the girl in the mirror. I saw nothing I actually appreciated. Long blonde hair with crazy blue, pink, green, and white streaks. My eyeliner ran down my face, past a few bruises on my face, just ruining whatever beauty I thought I had. My green eyes, so much like my brother's, were hard and dark. Conflicted. Broken.

This broken girl couldn't live.

Hell, she shouldn't live.

Without thinking, I slowly opened the cabinet, my eyes settling on an orange container.

Seroquel™

Michael's sleeping medication. He hadn't taken it with him when he moved out. It had at least 23 tablets left. That was just enough of what I needed. Before I chickened out, I wrenched the bottle open, dry swallowing most of the pills. They tasted sour, acrid.

" Avery? Honey, your father and I heard glass breaking. Are you alright?"

I will be, Mum.

I will be.

And with a thud, I hit the perfectly tiled floor. Gone from the world. Spinning in the dizzying blackness.
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" Michael! S-Stooop!" I stuttered, trying to catch my breath. But it's kinda hard to, especially when your obnoxious older brother is tickling the crap out of you.

Michael laughed lightly, his grin evil and his eyes bright. " Why should I? You decided to steal the remote, and managed to turn off my Fifa game."

" I'll do anything, please! " I begged, my face red.

" Anything?" His fingers left my sides immediately, and he grinned, holding up his controller.

" Beat Jake at Fifa. It's impossible."

Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.

The obnoxious noise in my ears were deafening. But other than that, the only other thing I heard was Michael snoring.

Wait a fucking minute.

I should be dead.

My eyes fly open, and the bright lights of the hospital room blind me temporarily. Michael sat in an uncomfortable looking chair, snoring his ass off. Shaking my head, I scanned the room, which eventually led back to Michael. His hair was a strange mixture of blues, purples, and pinks. My chest ached, and this IV in my arm was starting to get annoying.

" Michael."

" Yo, Michael Clifford. "

" MICHAEL! WAKE YOUR LAZY ASS UP!" I screamed, and Michael literally jumped three feet in the air. His tired eyes scanned the room before he realized I was awake.

" Avery! Thank god you're okay!" He laughed, but it didn't sound real. I took note of the bags under his eyes, the sickened look in his eyes. It then decided to dawn on me.

How long have I been out?

" We thought you would never wake up." Michael's voice broke, and a loud sob escaped his lips.

" Mike, how long have I been....asleep?"

" Two months."

Shit.

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