Anxiety [Muke af]

Two

(I feel like this song is so underrated !)

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When Luke got home that day his mum wasn't home yet, he frowned a little, he didn't like being home alone. He put his bag down and walked to his bathroom. He turned on the shower and stripped drown, He looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't like what he saw. He pinched his love handles.

Why are you so fat?

He got into the shower and looked at the water running down his body, running over the scars on his wrist and thighs. Luke selfharmed, he tried stopping, but he didn't have a reason to be happy, so why should he? 

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"How was school?", Liz asked carefully and Luke just shrugged "Did you take your pills yet?" she then asked, ironing one of Luke's flannels

Oh, the happy pills!

"Take these it'll make you happy, make you smile again," the doctor had said to Luke.

God, how Luke hated those pills.

"No..." his mum send him a sad smile "Remember to.. after dinner, okay?" Luke nodded.

"So, how was first day of being a senior?" Liz tried to make her son talk to her, she was a single parent and it was hard for Luke sometimes not to have a father figure in his life. But Luke was a mama's boy. Always have been, always will be.

Over at Michaels house, there was, well quiet.

Michael lived alone, yeah he was in High School and lived alone.

His dad left his mum and him at a young age, and his mother disowned him, when he came out as gay. She moved out because "She didn't want to touch, nor live in the same house as a gay." 

He should have been in foster care since he only was 16 at the time, but he made up a lie and said his aunt lived with his mum and him. His aunt lived in America. They didn't even check.  

Michael couldn't stop thinking about the blonde, tall, awkward boy. Michael thought he looked adorable when he blushed, but he didn't like seeing him sad.  

He wondered why he had a panic attack and such a bad one. Did someone or something trigger it?

Then it dawned on him:

I never got his name!

"Dammit!" Michael whispered under his breath. "Oh well, I can get it later." You see, Michael had this habit of talking to himself, he did it all the time! Who else was he supposed to talk to at home?

Yeah, he had his bestfriend, Ashton, but he wasn't always around.

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Michael woke up the next morning with a groan.

He loved his bed, and sleeping.

He rolled around a bit so he was facing his alarm clock and hit it  so it stopped beeping. He got out of bed with a sigh. He went to his closet and threw on some random clothes that didn't smell too bad, then walked over to his full body mirror and checked himself out.

"Lookin' good, Michael."

"Thanks, Michael! You too!"

"Thanks, Mikey!"

He had a conversation like that every morning, it was like a ritual.

Michael ate his breakfast, brushed his teeth and skipped out the door! and like the elegant princess he is, he tripped over his own feet. He played it of by pretending to do a pirouette.