this isn't wonderland // luke

two. Luke

*a/n: there's a slight description of an anorexic episode, so please, if you're sensitive, skip or be carful :-) *
Another day, another slam of text books among the wooden desks. I woke up to the news blaring through out the house, thanks to my family's surround sound system. Something along the lines of a newly- found suicide in one of the alley ways, my causing, really.

I listen carefully to the light, but quick footsteps coming towards my door. "I'm up, mum!" The footsteps then turn around back to where she decided to come from.

Black on black or black with a hint of grey? I sit up in the bed. Black all around. At this point, I don't even know why I ask myself those questions anymore. I get up from the disheveled bed and begin my way towards the overly- black- cloth infested closet of mine. I grab my favorite pair of jeans- black with holes in the knees, and a black shirt that has pre- bleached stains on it, along with my combat boots.

I tread the school hallways after I skate myself down a few blocks, finding myself a few feet from my first class of the day. I force myself to the very back of the home room, which almost everyone knows is my spot, almost everyone. "Noah, move." I state as I point to another empty seat some where else placed in the room. He proceeds to gather his things and removes himself from "my" seat.

I follow him with my eyes and I notice he sits next to Alice, the overly-timid- strawberry- blonde girl. She's awfully sweet from what I've noticed, as I observe and listen more than I speak. She dresses for comfort rather than style, has a backpack instead of a purse, nails are bare instead of acrylic. She seems normal; unlike all of the princess-y, conceded, teen girls here.

I focus my attention to my journals and binders I ended up pulling out while I was subconsciously watching Noah like a hawk. Not even two minutes later, the teacher walks in and begins the english lesson.

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A few hours later, I find myself thinking about another victim and my strategy, even though they're always almost the same thing. I killed someone yesterday, should I today, or tomorrow? Maybe I ca-

"Is someone sitting there?" A girl asks, and I slowly lift my head up. Alice. She's beau-

She hums and lifts up her eyebrows.

"There is now, hey." I comment, shifting my body, making it seem like I'm making room for her even though she was going to sit across from me.

"So here's the thing, Hemmings.. I need a partner." She says, moving her lunch try to the side and fixating her hands, making her own hands intertwined under her chin.

I lift my eyebrows up in unison, bitting and messing with my lip ring. "Oh?" I could go for a fuck buddy, yeah.

"Lu-No, I me- English class, smart one." She says with slight disgust. Oh, ouch.

I lean forward to reach for my iPhone in my back pocket, to only realize I was about a foot away from her freckle- infested face. She smelt like vanilla and I felt myself shifting around for a different reason. I close my eyes for a quick second to open them to her staring at me with a smirk on her face. I hand her my phone with the numbers pulled up on the screen already. "I'll text you my address, yeah?"

I watch her get up and like I did with Noah earlier that day, I eyed her walk away. My eyes drifted else where, myself not being pleased enough. Perhaps those pants on her aren't helping anything.

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As I'm skating down an unfamiliar path, I notice a quite, small space in between apartments that look accepting to a dead body. Tonight, Luke. I grin to myself, which I found creepy, so I stopped.

Up until the few seconds I step foot on to my porch steps am I thinking about who's dying today. I unlock my door and grab an apple as I walk past the kitchen into my dirty ass room. Either do it now, or wait for mum to yell at you to. Ehhhh.. I'll wait. I get situated into my bed, and grab my TV remote. About 20 minutes pass and I notice a tiny vibration flow through my bed. I frail my arms around on my bed in search for my phone, suddenly realizing it was in my back pocket. Nice, Lucas. Nice.

I read my screen, realizing Alice had texted me her address.

~you want me over tonight? -L

well I highly doubt you were paying attention to class, so you have no idea what's going on, do you Lucas? -A

~facts, but please don't call me Lucas -L

well damn okay Lukey- A

~or that -L

see ya later :-) -A

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I decide to walk myself to her house to burn off some extra calories that I really didn't need. I only ate the apple because I knew I'd burn more calories digesting it than the whole fruit contained.

I don't even know what started this whole addiction of starving and hatred of food. Maybe the hunting? Maybe the feeling that was absent, guilt? I didn't feel guilty of killing, but I felt guilty for not giving my body the nutrients it needed? Did it make up for the fact that I felt nothing when I ended a life? No, but did I convince myself? Of course.

~on my way, almost there -L

I start to approach that small space I encountered earlier, and I notice a body sitting on the curb. Fucking finally. I lightened my footsteps and frantically looked around to make sure no one was around or watching. The second I'm right behind the blonde beauty, I slap my hand over her mouth and drag her into the open space. I haven't even said anything yet and she's started tearing up. Yes, cry, cry for me. She's mumbling as she's jerking her body in every which way possible.

Sometimes I wonder how I'm still doing this when I don't even have any energy. I'm skinny, yet all these females are weak. I'm surprised no one has the strength against my chicken leg arms to run and tell.

I push the blondie against the wall, literally squeezing all the air out of her lungs. Her chest pressing against mine and for a split second, I imagine Alice's breasts pressed against my bony chest. I hum.

I exit the mini movie in my head and to my attention comes that the girl I'm holding against my body is looking up and freaking out. I look up to see light strawberry hair. No fucking way. I internally groan.

"L-Lucas?" I don't know how I could hear Alice from all the way down here; she's on the 4th floor.

Fuck.

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