Amnesia || Luke Hemmings

Seven

Living Louder- The Cab
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I was appalled and overly disappointed with how Luke had reacted to events which occurred his girlfriend. He seemed careless when he inhaled the drugs as though any emotion he had currently felt had evaporated to air.

He seemed to blame everyone but himself, where deep down, he must know he was the real cause of it all. I desperately wanted to know if he knew it himself, it was his own fault she had lost everything. He was the one who crashed the car or so I heard. This would be one of the many things I wanted Luke to overcome and hopefully realise. But it would be difficult, I knew that.

He dropped the toxic stick from his two fingers and to the floor, disposing it on the ground. The object was crushed in to the bark underneath the black van, the hot stick disintegrating.

From what I heard and what I knew; Luke had given no help on helping his girlfriend with her loss of memory to regain her thoughts. If a situation would ever happen to me, I would only hope that I would be desperately helped and tested to remember them thoughts, the memories that supposedly kept me wanting to live every day. But from what Luke had written in songs, he seemed that he wanted help her, be with her, but he couldn't bring himself to.

I couldn't even bring myself to look at him now, I was overly disappointed. He continued to work on putting out the cigarette and I was still left speechless.

I picked my bag up from the floor and pulled it around me, getting up to leave. When I turned to say goodbye to Luke, he still had his head turned down, ignoring my demanding gaze. I lightly huffed, leaving his side and walking out of the old park to angrily leave him on his own.

The journey back to my home was surprisingly short even with my quick footsteps. I was angry but I shouldn't be, it had nothing to do with me. Yet, I knew Luke was better than that. He should help her. And I will get him too.

When I returned home, my parents were already sleeping. Even with missing of last lesson, I had somehow spent a couple hours with Luke at the park and it was gone past 11. I was exhausted and I didn't even have chance to get myself changed. Tiredness hit my head and I collapsed down onto my bed, slipping into unconsciousness.

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His long and slim fingers vibrated off of his pink lips when he inhaled the toxic chemicals, the devilish smile continuos on his flawless face. I craved it, I craved the taste and the feeling of wooziness to just let myself free. But most of all; I craved him.

The cigarette balanced only between his lips, teeth gripped around the white stick to almost seduce me into him; it worked. He blew the addicting smoke towards my face but I only laughed, taking it in through my nostrils and exhaling out of my mouth.

I placed one hand flat to his chest and the other took hold of the small white object. It was taken from between his lips and placed between my own, taking in the irresistible craving by inhaling the toxic chemicals. Something so dangerous held itself between my lips and I had never felt so dominant, so powerful.

The continuous look on his face was nothing but a smirk, admiring only me as I was influenced by him to drug myself with this powerful addiction. The smoke and smell illuminated and drifted around the room, touching the corners of the room.

I took one last big inhale of the chemicals, pulling the cigarette inches from my lips. My hand gripped tighter around the front of Luke's shirt, pulling him closer towards me. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, lips and tongues meeting in desperation. The cool smoke drifted from my mouth to drift into his open lips once I exhaled the chemicals.