"It's Not Love If It Hurts" //5sos

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  Sometimes, Luke felt guilty. He felt guilty that even though Annie was his friend, sometimes he hated her.

  Like tonight. It had been a few days since he had stayed over at Calum's house, and he was angry. He was angry because Annie had stolen Calum from him.

  Luke imagined Calum still live in the room ajasant to his. Nights like tonight, he wanted to sneak through the connecting doors and drag Calum back with him so they could fall asleep together. Or, even better, spend the night in Calum's room. Luke's room was for sleeping, for cuddling. Calum's room was for more recreational activities.

  But that wasn't an option anymore. Because Annie had stolen Calum from him, dragged him away. While that may not be completely true, Luke also knew that if it weren't for Annie then Calum would still live here.

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  Sometimes, Michael forgot.

  Michael peeled off his shirt, tossing it into the corner. He carelessly started yanking down his skinny jeans when he was hit with pain, sending him falling to the ground.

  It had been a month or so, but he still often forgot to be gentle when taking off his pants. The scar didn't hurt on its own much anymore, but it's ached like crazy when it was hit or aggrivated. The doctors say it's mainly because of how deep the cut was- to the bone. The inside wouldn't be back to the way it was for a long while.

  He was lucky there was no permanent damage. He still remembered that day, more vivadly than if it were yesterday.

  He was watching TV on the couch. The movie 'Gravity', the one with all the Oscars and whatnot. He was at the end, where she gets back to Earth and is struggling to walk again, when Annie came down the hallway.

  When he had looked up, he could see the madness in her eyes. Michael wasn't sure what else to call it- she looked terrified, and angry, and like she didn't know what she was doing. She had wrapped a sheet around her, and Michael was just wondering why when she pulled the knife on him.

  That's when the other boys had gotten home. They had trusted her to watch Annie that morning- a horrible idea on their part, but they had no choice- and ran inside when they heard him scream.

  It hurt a lot. Michael could remember the icey pain, the blood. Annie ran back, and the boys started yelling, trying to figure out what happened. Calum yelled to call an ambulance as he threw Annie into the office, locking it. Michael had just kept screaming, because he didn't know what else to do but focus on the pain, which would've been worse.

  Ashton had gotten a hold of the ambualnce, and was panicked as he tried to tell them what had happened. "Don't take the knife out!" He had screamed at Michael.

  It was scary seeing Ashton like that. It was scary seeing all the boys like that. It was scary being stabbed. It was scary being wheeled to the hospital, wailing in pain, a knife buried deep in his thigh. It was scary not knowing whether you'd live.

  Michael had talked about it a lot to his councilor. He thought Michael was more effected emotionally by the stab wound than he let on, but at the time Michael had blown him off. How could you be emotionally effected by physical pain?

  Maybe he was right, Michael reflected as he pull his pants off more carefully this time. Maybe it was more mental than physical.

  He hoped not. The physical pain hurt enough. If it'd take longer to get over the emotional pain, then it'd be a while.

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  Sometimes, Ashton wondered how all this drama happened.