Tribulation»Muke AU

•1• (Michael's POV)

I want to dedicate this chapter to Hannah (the girl who i share this account with, for those of you who dont know) I can't actually dedicate it to you, unfortunately, but you get the point haha

anyways, on with the story!

June 14, 2014

My head rolls back in pleasure as the syringe falls from my hand. My mind is in the clouds. I've been doing a lot of this lately, not just cocaine, but drugs in general. But mostly cocaine. A small smile stretches across my face as my mind calms down. Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking.

I'm interrupted from my peaceful state as I hear loud yelling coming from the apartment next to mine. I groan and sit up as a crash comes from the apartment. I feel anger bubble through my veins as a stand up and rush to the door. I take a few steps and reach the door of apartment 223. I don't bother knocking I just swing the door open, prepared to shut up whoever is yelling.

I regret not knocking.

As soon as the door opens everything happens so fast. There's a boy crouched on the ground, pressed up against the wall and another boy-who is much bigger-bringing his fist down to connect with the other boys face. There is a smashed dish on the ground and the smaller boy has blood running down his neck and arm.

"Hey!" I yell, not entirely on purpose. The bigger boy turns around to face me.

"What do you want?!" He says. He has an alarmingly deep voice.

"I think you should leave" I say, trying not to sound scared. He walks up to me and rams into me as he walks through the door. I watch him for a second as he leaves and then I turn and run to the other boy.

"Hey, whats your name? Are you alright?" My anger has been replaced by sorrow and pity. He looks up at me with tears in his eyes.

"T-thank you." He says very quietly.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I say. I help him to his feet and we make our way to the bathroom. His apartment is the same as mine, just backwards. His blond hair falls into his eyes and I notice he has an eyebrow piercing and a lip piercing along with an industrial bar through the top of his ear. When we get to the bathroom I ask him to sit on the counter.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" I ask. He nods as he hops onto the counter,

"The first drawer." I take it out and look at him.

"Um. Could you take off your shirt?" I ask, trying not to sound creepy. He hesitantly takes it off to reveal multiple bruises across his chest and faint lines on his hips. I try not to stare as I wet a cloth and wipe off the blood from his arm and neck.

"Luke." I hear him say quietly.

"Huh?" I ask.

"My name is Luke." He says.

"Oh. I'm Michael." I state. I notice him staring at the tattoos running up my arms and peaking out of my shirt collar as I clean the cut on his arm. His eyes move down my arm and stop at the inside of my elbow. I glance down and see the very visible puncture marks from needles, not to mention the long, thick scar running from my elbow to my palm. Shit. I yank my sleeve down and take an involuntary step back. We stare at each other for a second before I back out of the bathroom.

"I-I have t-to go." I say before quickly running back to my apartment and shutting the door. I'm so stupid. How can I be so stupid. Fuck. I slide my back down the door and run my fingers through my hair as my bum hits the ground. Drugs. I need drugs. I need to get high. I shakily stand up and make my way towards the kitchen. I just got stocked up today and I've already got some joints rolled up and ready to go. I light one and, almost immediately after I take a long drag, I feel better. Lighter. I walk slowly to the bathroom and shut the door after turning on the fan. I don't want the place to smell like weed. I stuff a towel under the door before leaning on it and staring at the ceiling.

After god knows how long, I leave the bathroom and sit on the couch, running my fingers through my hair. No matter what, my mind keeps coming back to Luke. Who was that guy in his apartment? Why was he hurting Luke? How could you hurt someone who was that attracti-wait what? I didn't just think that. No, I'm totally into girls. Right? Yeah, I am. I have to be. I stand up, grab my jacket and leave the building, heading for my favourite club.

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The next morning, I wake up with an arm wrapped around me. I turn my head to see some chick I don't even know.

This happens more often than it should.

I peel her arm off of me and swing my legs off of my bed, sitting up and rubbing my hands over my face. I grab a pair of boxers and a random outfit and put those on before leaving my room and entering the kitchen. My head is pounding. I sigh as I grab two advils and a glass of water. But, of course, as I take the glass out of the cupboard, it falls and smashes on the floor. I wince at the noise and ignore the mess for now as I get a new glass and fill it with water. After swallowing the pills, I hear the front door open and close. I guess the girl left.

"Hello? Michael?," A familiar voice says. I step over the broken glass and walk out of the kitchen to find Luke standing in my doorway. Before I can say anything, he speaks.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like that. I heard something smash a-and I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"No it's fine, I barged into your place last night so I guess we're even," I smirk at him before continuing. "I'm fine, by the way, I just dropped a glass thats all." He nods and looks down at his shoes.

"Can I ask you something?" He says quietly.

"Sure."

"Um.. W-what are those scars from?" He glances at my exposed forearms before looking at my face. I subconsciously wrap my arms around my stomach. What gives him the right to ask me such a personal question? Rage runs through me and I feel like punching something.

"What makes you think that's any of your business?," I say, sounding meaner than I meant to.

"I'm s-sorry, I was j-just curious that's-s all. P-please don't be mad-I'm-I-I have to go," He rushes out the door before he could even finish his sentence. As I turn around I see the girl who was sleeping in my bed rushing to the door and leaving. I sigh heavily and flop onto the couch. I feel bad for reacting that way to Luke. He was just curious, I mean I would be too if I met a weirdo with long, thick scars up his arms. Maybe I should go apologize... or I could just take a nap instead. I decided on the latter. A few minutes later, I was fast asleep.

A/N

Hi guys. sorry i didn't post this yesterday like i meant to.. busy day. Anyways, i hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I'll be doing weekly updates now, just so you know.. Toodles!