What Can Go Wrong// A Luke Hemmings Fanfic

A Trip Down Memory Lane

  This chapter starts out really depressing.

  It's only been a few days since I was last here and I already missed it. I missed the way the kitchen smelled of coffee and scrambled eggs in the morning. I missed sitting in the living room playing cards with my brother at midnight. But most of all, I missed my family.

This wasn't the only house I've ever lived in, but it definitely holds the best memories of my family. Well, maybe not the best, but the easiest to remember. I was young when we moved here, so any memories before this house are faded to the point where they're practically gone.

The reason I needed to come here wasn't only so I could think about how much I already missed my family, but to make sure I never forgot them. I couldn't have them be distant memories one day, their faces just be blurs and their voices unrecognizable to anyone else who had ever heard them speak.

Their was an old picture of my mom, my dad and my brother from not even a year ago. It was somewhere in one of my drawers, and I was on a mission to find it.

I had an idea of where it was, but I wasn't sure so I started there. I went over to the drawer I suspected it would be in and opened it up, moving things around.

  I pulled the picture from underneath all of the junk in the drawer and looked at it. I couldn't stand the fact that I would never talk to them again. There were so many things that they still wanted to do.

  I wish I would've gone with them to that stupid party. I wish I would've burned alive with them so I wouldn't have to go through the pain of living without them.

  The thought of wanting to die wasn't new for me, but now it sounded more appealing than it used to. I knew that I wouldn't hurt anyone if I dropped dead right then because my whole family was gone.

  Those thoughts would start eating me alive if I didn't try to get my mind off of it, but I knew I couldn't. I'd tried it in the past with different situations and it didn't work so why would it work now?

  My deepest secret is a constant reminder that the thoughts have never left me alone, my deepest secret is something that will be with me forever. My deepest secret is my scars. For every rough time, I have a scar. On my hips, my arms, my thighs. It seems as though everywhere I look I am reminded of my weakness.

  I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that I was crying. Hot tears streamed down my face as I stared at the picture of my family.

I still couldn't believe they're gone. It's like I kept expecting them to come back one day, even though I knew they were gone forever.

  A creak that came from a floorboard is what made me come back to my senses. Without even turning around I knew exactly who it was, considering he was the only other person in he house.

  "I told you to stay downstairs, Luke." I said, my voice sounding weak and shaky.

  "I just wanted to make sure you were- holy shit, what happened in here." He said, referring to he shards of broken glass spread out on the the floor of my room. He stepped into my room cautiously. I was hoping that he didn't have shoes on so he couldn't come any closer, but luck wasn't on my side.

"If you don't get your ass back down stairs, I'll shove you out the window." I snapped.

  "Why's there glass on the floor? When did you do this?" He asked, worry and curiosity laced in his accented voice.

  "Because they're dead! They're dead and they're never coming back! They're gone! They're... They're gone, Luke. I have nobody now." I slowly realized that I wasn't mad at Luke for coming up here, or mad at Michael for being so protective. I was sad. I was sad because I was already missing my family so much. The longest I'd ever been away from them is a week. Even then, my brother was with me. But now I'll never see them again. Not even just a glimpse, or a shadow. They were gone, and I couldn't do anything about it.

  Luke came towards me with his arms out, attempting to give me a hug, but when he got close enough I pushed him away as hard as I could. He barely budged because of his size, but I could tell he was hurt.

  "Giving me a hug isn't going to make it better! Nothing will! Everything I've ever know is gone! You don't know what that's like!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, repeatedly attempting to push him away but failing.

  He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. I could no longer push him, so I hit his chest weakly. He didn't seem to care, because his arms were still wrapped around me.

  I stopped hitting and just cried, my knees going weak. He pushed his back to the nearest wall and slid us both down onto the glass covered floor. I ended up on his lap, my head on his chest. He was stroking my hair, making me feel sleepy, and eventually I let sleep fully consume me.

  I woke up being carried. I saw our hotel in the corner of my eye and knew that Michael could have one of two reactions. Either he'll be glad that I'm back safe and not be mad that I ran off, or he'll be extremely angry and yell at me for being so stupid.

  When we were in the elevator, Luke set me down and I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I really hope that my brother will just be happy I'm safe.

  The elevator door opened and we walked down the hall until we saw our door. I took a deep breath as Luke slipped the card into the slot and back out. As soon as he opened the door, Michael rose from his seat on the couch and looked straight at me from across the room. His face was unreadable as he took steps closer to me.

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A/N

  Another cliffhanger guys, I'm so mean. Do you guys think he'll be mad or happy? I know, I have some plans for the next couple chapters so yay.

  Tell me what you guys think of the chapter cuz I think it sucked.

  ~Shelby