Dreams On Fire || ✓

Chapter 12

Date: 6th September, 2016.

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"IF I EXERCISE, WHY AM I STILL FAT?"
- Michael Clifford

UNEDITED

It had been three days since Luke's disappearance and Michael was terrified.

He didn't know if Luke was going to come back and that scared him. This pain would be much worse than the last time and that was obvious.

So many days they've spent together and Michael still hadn't got his closure.

All Michael wanted was for Luke to come back so that day when he heard some shuffling, he snapped his neck in that direction and he was ecstatic to see Luke standing there, his eyes downcast and fidgeting with his fingers.

He was okay.

Be that as it may, Luke had somehow managed to get paler in the span of three days.

His energy was running out and both of them knew it.

Mike, not thinking one bit, walked towards to Luke but the latter one already knew that Michael would come and hug him. That was just the way Michael was. He liked hugging people and cuddling- he was very affectionate.

Luke backed a bit as he didn't want to hurt the elder boy more than he already had.

In the few seconds he stood there, he saw Michael's red, swollen eyes and he knew he was the reason behind it.

He hated that whatever he did, it only caused pain to everyone around him.

Earlier that day, when his mum had come into his room, and he had got very emotional and crawled towards his mother laid his head on her lap, yearning for some affection.

He wanted comfort and his mum was just there.

But he didn't think about the consequences. In a matter of few seconds, his mother started trembling and shaking and shivering and it was all his fault.

Then, he quickly scrambled to his legs and curled into a ball in the corner of his room, far away from his mum.

He tried to push away the negative thoughts but he couldn't do it. Hearing his mum cry was something he never wanted to see again.

He covered his ears with his hands and the sight of her mother crying brought in so many memories which he wanted to forget. He remembered what growing up for him was like.

He had to cover his ears to block out the sound of his dad shouting and his mother crying. He was so scared of that when he was growing up and it was happening again.

He couldn't stand the pain of seeing his mother crying in sorrow and ache so he teleported himself into Michael's room.

He didn't want to come back there so soon but what choice had he?

Luke was weak. He would rather run away from his problems than face them but he was working on it. He came back to Michael.

Michael stood mere feet away, inching closer with every passing second so not giving it a thought, Luke turned around and ran out of the messy room, passing through the locked white wooden door.

What he didn't know was Calum stood outside that door so when Luke went through it, he passed straight through Calum and oh God, no words could describe the pain Luke was felt.

He fell on his knees, crying in agony.

He felt like he was burning all over and he could, for once, physically feel something.

He curled himself in a ball on the cold hard ground and waited for it to end.

He felt like his skin was being ripped apart and he felt heat surging throughout his body. He felt so hot.

This was like him dying all over again.

His shouts of pure anguish filled the whole house and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He couldn't think straight and all of him felt like he was literally on fire. His eyes were slowly turning red and he hated that he couldn't cry.

He hated being him.

He was shouting for it to stop. Luke kept repeating 'stop' over and over again. He couldn't take this.

As this went on, he started getting paler and he started shaking.

Sure, he wanted to feel something physically but this was not the idea he had in his mind.

He wanted to feel the guitar strings against his fingers.

He wanted to feel the objects he was touching.

But most of all, he wanted to feel Michael's pale skin whenever they hugged.

Luke was not okay.

A few seconds later, he felt frail arms wrap around him and he knew it was Michael. Luke tried to push him away because he didn't want Michael to go through the same thing he was feeling but he was just so weak and in pain that however hard he pushed Michael, it wasn't enough. Michael didn't budge.

As Michael touched Luke, he bit his tongue because holy shit, he didn't think Luke was hurting so bad. However, that didn't stop him. Instead of letting go, he held on tighter.

Michael absorbed all of Luke's pain; he acted like a sponge. All Michael felt was utmost pain. He couldn't describe how he was feeling. He felt as if he was burning and freezing at the same time. The pain had fogged his mind, he couldn't think straight, or think at all.

He was shaking until he couldn't breathe.

He held on tight until Luke had stopped screaming and now, he was the one screaming in agony. His shouts were terrifying Calum. Michael was shaking because he was in pain, he was shaking because he was cold.

When Luke finally had the energy, he pushed Michael away and stood up, his legs shaking.

Luke had no energy, he passed out.

He had hurt Michael once again and he hated himself for it.

What they forgot was, Calum stood there, a dumbstruck expression on his face, questioning why Michael was clutching on nothingness and why was he shaking and why in the world was his face conjured in pain with tears running down his face.

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