Find You || Muke

Chapter 2

"Fuck you, Luke." I whispered under my breath in anger. "I hate him." I told Calum. 

"I do, too." Calum responded, not even looking at me. The bell finally sounded and I exited the room quickly. I headed to the art wing because it was time for lunch and I wanted to see if Mr. Taylor had hung up my drawing. Luke was directly ahead of me and I felt the anger bubbling up inside of me once again. 

Directly outside of Mr. Taylor's room I see my drawing. I smiled and went over to it. I see Luke stop as well. He lifted his gloved hands and ran his fingers down the drawing. I looked at the skeleton finger-less gloves. "Don't touch that!" I said, running over to him and slapping his hand away. 

"Why can't I?" Luke asked me, making a move towards me.

"Because it's mine!" I said to him.

His face went blank and he held his left hand in his right. He didn't say anything and moved by me, shoving me to the side slightly. "Damn." I said under my breath. I was happy to see the drawing as I left and went down to the cafeteria.

I see Calum saving my seat for me and I smiled, placing my bag on the ground and sitting down next to him. "Is it hung up?" Calum asked me.

"Yeah. Weird thing, though. Luke was examining it. He left when I said it was mine." I told him with a sigh, pulling the lunch out of my bag. 

Calum just nodded, taking a bite out of his food. 

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"What's up fatherless fuck?" I heard from behind me and I closed my eyes. I turned around and looked at Luke. He seemed more angry than usual. I didn't say anything as he pushed me against the wall. I just looked at him in mild annoyance. "Huh?" He asked me, placing his arm against my throat. 

"I'm going to have a hard time responding if you place pressure on my throat." I told him with a glare.

We were outside of the school. I was about to walk home. I take a trail in the back of the school through the woods to get to my road. He 'just so happened' to be in the back of the school as well. He applied more pressure onto my throat and I grabbed his arm with both of my hands and tried forcing it away. With his other hand he hit me in the stomach and then backed away. "Why do you hate me, Luke?" I asked him, holding my stomach.

He doesn't respond as he goes back into the school. "Jesus Christ." I said to myself. I sighed and headed towards the trail. When I got back to my house, I saw that my Mum's car wasn't there. Which was expected. My Mum was either working or getting drunk. We're very well-off, surprising to me. When your mother is an alcoholic and she still makes enough money to sustain a nice life.

I stepped into the house and locked the door behind me. I went into the kitchen and saw a 20 pounds on the counter with a note. 

Michael-

Buy something for dinner tonight. I won't be home.

Love, Mum

I sighed. I opened the fridge and grabbed out a bottle of water and pulled out the turkey, cheese, lettuce, and mayo. I bring the ingredients over to the counter and grab the wheat bread. I make the sandwich and throw everything back into the fridge. I grab the water and the sandwich and I head upstairs.

I place the two things down at my desk, thinking about what happened at school.I was angry with myself. I took off the warm sweatshirt and threw it onto the bed. I grabbed my laptop from the bed and went over to the desk. I placed it onto the surface and sat down. I took one of the sandwich halves and went to YouTube. I went to Luke's channel and leaned back. There was a couple videos of him singing.

No matter how much I hated his personality, I loved watching his videos. He had a good voice. I smiled at the video, continuing to take a few bites out of my sandwich. I squinted my eyes at the mark on his hand but the image was too poor to really tell what it was. But... it almost looked like mine?

I swallowed the bile in my throat, refusing to believe anything that it was similar to mine. I quit out of YouTube and decided to open Spotify. I went to my playlist and threw away the empty plate. I drank some water and went over to my art case. I opened it and then lifted up the bottom of it, grabbing the small baggie. I put the razors on the ground next to me and I frowned. I looked down at my scarred arms. It's been a month, you don't need to do it.

I felt really worthless today, and most of that can be due to Luke and my Mum. Well, how I made myself feel. They can't make me feel anything. I played with my fingers before deciding to put them back. I was just moving around the room singing 'Dirty Laundry' by All Time Low at the top of my lungs. 

My bedroom door flung open and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I ran over to my laptop and paused the music. "My fucking god Calum! Why did you burst in here like that?" I yelled at him, looking at the equally as startled Calum.

"I didn't know what you were doing. I have been knocking for ten minutes. You didn't respond to my texts. Last time that happened..." Calum said, looking away from me.

He is mentioning what happened a month ago. I looked down at my arms once again and traced my thumb over the most prominent scars on each arm. The vertical ones. The suicide attempt. Calum walked in on me and got me cleaned up. Nobody knew aside from him.

"I'm okay, Cal." I told him with a smile. I thought about how I just took out the razors. I knew I shouldn't do it; and the fact that Calum showed up I knew it was a sign that I shouldn't. 

"I know. I asked you to go bowling after school with me and Ashton though, remember?" Calum asked me, and I thought back to the conversation and nodded.

I wished I had the same pendant as Calum, but no, that is Ashton. Ashton and Calum, of course, are very similar in personalities. They found each other last year when he moved to the school. "Yeah, I remember." I responded.

"I also wanted to ask if you could pick up Ashton as well. His car is in the shop at the moment." Calum asked with a puppy dog face. I laughed and agreed.

I picked up my wallet and went downstairs where I grabbed the twenty pounds Mum left for me. "Which bowling alley is closest again?" I asked as we both stepped outside.

"Darlinghurst." He responded. 

We both got into my navy blue car and I started it, heading to Ashton's house which was about ten minutes away. I couldn't stop thinking about the blurry mark I could see ever so slightly on Luke's hand in the video. I need to see him tomorrow.