Dreams On Fire || ✓

Chapter 8

Date: 20th August, 2016.

The worst part of waking up sad for me is when for a moment, I wonder why my whole body hurts like I fell off a cliff or but then realising that my life had fallen apart the previous night, and I cried like there was no tomorrow.

My back hurts. My stomach aches. My eyes are burning. I try to fight when my knees feel like they will give out any second and the pain that goes through my head is real. It's time to face the world with a smile on my face with which I am not ready for, and I don't thinkI ever will be.

I hate being sad, please help me.

"People need to relax, too much of negativity in the world "
- Luke Hemmings

UNEDITED

It has been three days since Michael has been completely sober and Luke keeps on visiting Michael every single day.

Things between them were as 'normal' as they could be.

Luke made sure of one thing though, he always sat as far as possible from Michael.

Hurting each other was never their intention but they ended up doing it anyway. Michael, with his words and Luke, with his actions.

They were a mess but somehow, perfect for each other.

Luke was slumping slightly, sitting on the bean bag in the furthest corner of the room which had now become his regular spot and the elder of the two was on the bed, cuddled upto his sheets. The murmurs filled the room, the former of the two talking excitedly about a blink-182 song he really liked.

Michael smiled, capturing every moment. He never knew when Luke would just disappear like a puff of the wind.

Thinking about it make him sad and tear up always because how on earth could he watch his best friend disappear for the second time?

Tear his heart open, that would be much less painful.

Michael had noticed Luke getting paler each time he saw him but he never brought it up. He thought it was just a "ghost thing" but now, it was bothering him.

"What?" Luke asked hesitantly when he saw the look Michael was giving him.

"Do you think you have any unfinished business left, Luke?" Michael spoke, testing his boundaries.

He didn't know how far should he go because the two of them always ignored the reality that Luke, in fact, was dead.

"What?" Luke choked, he could physically feel the air leaving his body and he did not bother to breathe back any air. He sat still, no moment in his body and he just paused.

He paused and racked his brain, coming up with reasons why he could possibly be stuck.

Both of them sat in silence, drowning in their own thoughts until Luke spoke up, "No, I don't think so because all I have ever really wanted was for the band to make it big and it did, so no, I don't think I do."

Just as Michael was about to reply, the door creaked open and a disheveled Ashton poked his head in, his eyes sweeping all over the room questioningly.

He walked in and sat down on the bed, a chill running through his spine. He shivered because of the cold.

"It's awfully cold here." Ashton stated the obvious.

"The window's open and it's July. What do you expect?" Michael lied through his teeth.

The window was closed until Luke sneakily it slid it open, making not a single sound. Luke enough was cold to freeze Michael to death, he didn't need the open window to do so too.