Getting Through it Together || Muke

Chapter 4

Luke was sitting on the most uncomfortable sofa in the creepiest room he had ever seen. There were pictures of cats everywhere and dolls and the walls were pink and everything was fullfy. At the least, Luke was scared. 

Luke sat on the uncomfortable sofa waiting for the therapist lady to get into the room. He wanted to get this session over with, so he can go be with Michael. Luke didn't really know what him and Michael were, all he knew is that he loved Michael, but he did want to take things slow. He had trouble trusting most people. 

The door opened and a frantic lookin woman walked through the door. She sat on the sofa opposite Luke and pulled out a notebook from her briefcase.

"Hello! You must be Luke, I'm Dr. Jones. Do you want to tell me a bit about yourself and why you're here today?" She asked sweetly, Luke decided that she wasn't that bad. 

"Well, my names Lucas Robert Hemmings but I go by Luke, and my closest friends call me Lukey sometimes. I'm in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer, and we don't have a meaning behind that name. The people in the band are my three best friends, their names are Michael, Ashton, and Calum. Um, I went on tour with One Direction and it was amazing. Why I'm here, um, in year nine, I got bullied a lot, and I've been anorexic since then," This is hard for Luke, he was almost in tears, "I started cutting myself that year also. I've tried to stop so many times, I just can't. I wouldn't be here if my friends hadn't found me, I was freaking out because I couldn't find my razor. 

"All the time I just feel nothing. I feel worthless, like nobody would care if I was dead. I want to be dead, I can't keep living like this. I can't remember the last time I ate something without throwing it up afterwards," Luke was sobbing now, "Cutting is a way of feeling. A way of telling yourself that you're still breathing. When you don't cut you feel itching on your wrists, it's like that itching won't stop unless you cut one more time, but that one turns into three, and that three turns into ten, and then you can't stop. I want to stop. I don't want to be like this anymore." 

Dr. Jones was shocked, she had had patients like Luke before, but none that wanted to heal so badly. She was determined that this boy was going to heal.

"Luke, it's okay. You're gonna be okay. Can I ask you a few questions?" 

"Yes."

"Do you have a love interest in your life at the moment?" 

Luke smiled, "I am in love with someone, but I don't know if they feel the same." 

"Can I ask you who it is?" 

"It's Michael."

"Is he here right now?"

"He's in the waiting room."

"Do you think he will make this session easier?"

Luke nodded.

"What does he look like?" 

"He has reverse skunk hair, and an adorable button nose. And plump lips. And the most beautiful green eyes."

"I'll be right back Luke."

Luke nodded yet again. 

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Michael was just sitting in the waiting room, mindlessly playing IPhone games when he saw Luke's therapist rushing towards him.

Michael franticly got up, "Is he okay?" He rushed out.

"Yes, he is fine, but I'm going to need you to help me with this thing that I need to do." 

"Yes, I'll do anything. What is it?" Michael asked.

"Well, the correct weight for a boy his age and height is about 170 pounds, and he needs to weigh himself, and he might start freaking out a little bit, that's why he needs you there. He already told me about how he feels about you." Dr. Jones said. 

Michael smiled, "Sure. I'll come back and be with him." 

They walked back to the creepy room and Luke was there, curled up in a ball, rocking back and fourth looking bored.

"Hey Lukey." Michael said, sittiing next to him. 

"Hey Mikey." Luke responded. 

"Okay, Luke. I know this might not seem like the best thing to do, but, do you think you can weigh yourself on the scale over there? Michael will be there with you the whole time." Dr. Jones suggested.

Luke thought about it for a minute, and nodded. He got up, and Michael walked behind him. Luke stepped on the scale. Luke gasped,

"Mikey. I weigh so much!" Luke yelled and jumped off the scale. 

"Luke how much was it? You have to tell me." 

"139 pounds." Luke whispered.

"Lukey, that's not a lot. That's not healthy." Michael said.

"I know it isn't. I weigh too much." Luke said, tears stinging his eyes.

"No Lukey, no. You don't weigh enough." Michael reasoned. 

After a few minutes, Luke calmed down. 

"Guys, I have this booklet that tracks what you eat and if you throw it up or not. I think it would benafit Luke. Since he wants to heal so badly, he needs to start eating. Little things, only once or twice a day. If he keeps that down, start gradually having him eating more. I'll see you again in two weeks Luke."

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Okay guys I know, short short chapter, but this is just because I couldn't find a way of ending without accidentaly adding another 1,000 words. Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter and are liking the book so far. I try my hardest to produce quality content, but then again, I suck at writing. 

Hey, so I think we can do this. 5 votes and six comments for the next chapter? (What happens is you reach that goal, and then I get the inspiration to write faster, so I think you could do that.)

 

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