Luke stayed silent on the ride back from his new therapist. And the only thoughts running about in his mind were about the boy with colored hair.
The was his fringe sat across his forehead, the way his green eyes would light up when Luke would say something positive, the way he looked like he genuinely cared for the blonde.
But Luke knew it was an act.
An act to get the boy to open up, to tell him what's wrong.
But Luke can't do that. He hasn't let anyone in, except his best friend; Calum.
Calum was there since all of this started. Since Luke started having the thoughts, nightmares, anxiety attacks, fits of rage. Calum's been there since Luke went insane.
Insane.
That's all Luke is now. No one but him knows why though. All through year nine, he was happy go lucky Luke Hemmings. Always smiling, laughing, talking, just being an overly chirppy blonde that everyone loves.
But now, in senior year, he was the boy who no one remembered. He didn't smile as much, he only laughed when it was someone else's misfortune, he only talked when he needed to, and he lost his usual spark of joy.
This worried his mom, and everyone else. Because, after all, the sudden change seemed very peculiar to his old friends. Being Ashton, Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn. Calum was in the clique too, but he was the only one who stuck around.
"Luke, we're home. What do you want for dinner?" His mothers soft voice broke the thick silence. Luke, instead of answering, opened his car door and trudged to the front of his house.
He bent down and searched around under the bush that they hid the key under. Mumbling a small 'aha' he pulled it out and unlocked the door. He practically ran to his room.
He flung the door to his, somewhat clean room, open. He sighed as he toed off his scuffed up blacked Vans. He made his way to his old stereo, beginning his Pierce The Veil CD track. The sound of 'Caraphernelia' started up and he lied down on his old tattered mattress.
There was a faint knock at the door, Luke mumbled an almost inaudible 'come in' and his mothers head poked through.
"I'm heading off to work, wont be back until six." She says to her son. He nods and when she's about to exit his room, he perks up catching her attention.
"Can you bring me back a Monster?" He asks.
"Red, Blue, or Green?" She says smiling. He smiled back slightly.
"Blue." He said and lied back down. She nodded and closed his door.
He could hear the sound of her car leaving so he sat up. I felt his wrists burning and itching. He needed relief.
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Insane // muke
Teen Fiction"I never wanted help," he starts."I'm just another insane teenager who'll give up like millions of others. I don't see why you, or anyone, would even bother trying. I'm a lost cause." He rambles, and I feel a piece of me shatter with each word.
