misanthropic » muke

Chapter Seven

Luke slowly rubbed his eyes groggily as he stirred up awake in his bed lazily and sat upright, stretching his arms as he did so. He let out a throaty moan as he stretched, he exhaled out a heavy breath. He looked over to his night table and pulled the drawer to get his bottle of pink and white pills.

He uncapped the bottle and realized there was only one pill left, how does one get so ignorant of these cases? He thought to himself and sighed as he took the pill out placed it on his tongue and gulping them down with the glass of water that was on the night table as well. He needed to take two each morning since it was prescribed by the doctor but he guessed it'd be okay if he just took one today.

He placed the glass back and glanced down at the now empty bottle in his hand. He needed to get a new one before its too late. He honestly didn't desire be to have a rerun of the previous occurrences when he ran out of the pills. He rolled off his bed and made his way to the attached bathroom to wash away the tiredness from his body.

After his twenty minute refreshing shower, he got dressed in a simple navy blue button up shirt and rolled up the sleeves up to his elbows accompanied with black skinny jeans and brown boots. When his hair was dried, he styled it in his usual fringe and sprayed on his strong cologne. He looked at himself in the full length mirror and smirked at his attire.

He reached over to one of his drawers and pulled out a prescription his doctor gave him and stuffed it in his jeans pocket. He grabbed his phone and wallet and sauntered out his bedroom. His stomach grumbled out of hunger and he decided to grab a banana and have breakfast at some coffee shop.

He went to his garage and settle with a simple silver Mercedes G63. His eyes scanned for the key on the walls that held various of keys for the various cars (Luke himself didn't understand why he needed to buy a lot of cars but he guessed he somehow needs to spend his money and so he settled with buying luxurious cars). After scanning the wall, he smiled eureka and snatched it off and jogged his way to the car.

He slipped inside the car and made himself comfortable before putting the key in ignition and grabbed the remote control to open up the garage doors from the dashboard before rolling out smoothly out of his garage. He drove out his driveway and onto the road that lead to the city.

He turned the radio on and some song with a catchy beat started to play and Luke just happened to enjoy this song a lot. "Mama, just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead..." he sung quietly as he took a right and saw a glimpse of the usual pharmacy where he gets his pills.

He parked his car and quickly got in to get his pills for the next month and came back out just as quick because he was starving and he didn't even get to get a sip of water to down. He was starting to feel a little bit light headed until he remembered about his banana that he got.

He peeled the outer layer of the banana and took a bite of the fruit. Unaware of the rock on the road, his car had ran over it and half of his banana broke off and fell to the other side of the passengers seat foot area. He cussed and looked at the road before looking down at the banana. He didn't want the banana to roll around the car and make it dirty so he sighed and let his eyes leave the road before bending over to pick up the fallen fruit.

After finally getting the fruit, he sat back up and looked back at the road ahead of him. He gasped as he saw a certain boy crossing the road, unaware of Luke as Michael texting away on his phone. Luke honked repeatedly and Michael froze, too scared to move. Luke groaned and stepped down on the breaks as he pulled a full right.

Luke abruptly came to a halt, triggering Luke's left side to be harshly pressed up against the door, sending shots of pain throughout Luke's arm and leg. Luke groaned and rubbed his arm soothingly before getting out the car to meet a guilty looking Michael. Luke flared his nose and fisted his hands, ready to yell at Michael for being so careless and stupid.