Dreams On Fire || ✓

Chapter 1

Date: 19th July, 2016.

(I was going to upload this on the 17th but I was too sad to complete this so oh whale)

Guys, Girls Talk Boys iS SO GOOD, HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

ALSO MY BABY IS OFFICIALLY 20, I CAN'T BELIVE THIS. I LOVE LUKE SO MUCH, I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING.

"Some people are sass monsters on Twitter,
like honey, you need to chill."

- Ashton Irwin

UNEDITED

Blur, it was all a blur.

Luke was there, standing outside his car, not a single scratch on his body and neither were there any signs of any burns.

The world was turning, but he stood there frozen, unable to move. The paramedics rushed to his car, which wasn't on fire anymore and had just black smoke flowing through it.

Confused, Luke watched the scene unfold and was baffled when they turned away, sympathy clear on their face.

Why was there no body? Shouldn't there be a body?

Minutes later, a paramedic rushed to his Porsche, collecting some ashes and putting them an an urn.

He was declared dead.

Dead.

People brushed past him, not paying any attention and he tried my hardest to stay out of their way. The sound of doors shutting snapped Luke out of his thought and he twisted my head in the direction of the ambulance.

As the staff climbed back in and drove off to the hospital, he could see news reporters all around.

Luke was dead and all they cared about was a fucking article?

He could see a phone next to his car and he gingerly picked it up. The screen was cracked and with shaking hands, he quickly placed the rectangular device in his jeans pocket.

Looking around, seeing the sea of reporters made Luke want to throw up so he quickly rushed out of the accident scene and ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

Funny, even after running for hours, he couldn't feel his breaths coming out as short pants or his calf muscles burning. He didn't feel tired. He could't feel tired.

He couldn't feel anything physically.

Emotionally, Luke was a mess.

He didn't know what to do, where to go?

It wouldn't matter though, nobody could see him.

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. He stopped breathing (he didn't need to breathe) and his stomach felt queasy yet he felt nothing, physically.

He felt like he would get sick just by thinking about it, but it didn't really matter.

He couldn't get sick.

He walked around aimlessly, taking care not to touch a single soul- how ironic, as he didn't know what would they feel or how would they react. He didn't want to hurt people intentionally, knowing that he could have prevented it.

Luke was just too kind.

As the sun was rising the next morning, he found himself standing at the doorway of his house. He walked in through the backdoor as it was unlocked and tried his best to stay silent and make no noise.

As he walked in deeper, he looked around for my parents. The entire living room was a mess. Shoes scattered, clothes thrown over the furniture but there were no signs of life being there.

Maybe his mum and dad had already gone to the hospital to complete some formalities?

But no, as he got close, he could hear the sobs of pain. There was his mum, clinging to his dad for dear life and then there were Ben and Jack who looked at their mum sympathetically with red, swollen eyes.

The emotion of sadness was swirling in their sorry eyes.

Quietly, with a heavy heart, Luke walked around and stood right behind his mum, trying a way to comfort her without actually touching her but as he was thinking, his mum's sobs got harder and he saw goosebumps appear on his dad's skin. Luke stood there, confused and then his baby blue eyes widened in realisation.

He was causing the pain.

Without thinking, he threw myself back and knocked off the lamp off a table. Wincing, Luke froze when he realised what had happened.

Immediately, his mum looked in direction where Luke stood and he held in my breath.

He knew that he didn't need to breathe to.... survive? But it was out of habit and he continued to do so. His only a feeling of familiarity in this unfamiliar atmosphere.

"Luke?" Mum called out.

He didn't dare move a muscle and closed his eyes shut as if it would make him disappear.

It didn't.

"Luke?" Liz- his mum, called out again which caused everyone around to cry harder and in that moment, Luke wanted to do nothing more than cry but it was physically impossible for him to do so.

When his mum called out again for him with a cracked voice underlying with hope, he just couldn't hold it in. He let out a slight whimper under his breath so low that only he could hear it.

He fled, running far, far way.

It seemed to him that running was all he was doing.

Running from his problems, especially.

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I feel that this story has so much of potential and I cannot deliver this properly. I'm sorry.

All the love,
Pia xx