Rejects (a luke hemmings fanfiction)

Lux

My mouth feels dry. My eyes are red and swollen from crying. I don't know where I am.. I can't even see. All of a sudden I hear a door open and then the light turns on. I then realize that I am tied to a chair and my mothers bruised body lay limp on the ground in a pool of blood. Is she dead? I feel a hand touch my shoulder.

"Now that I have gotten rid of her, I have you all to myself..". It's my step father. I feel his bitter breath linger on my neck. I feel a hand hit my face and the sting goes through my body. I feel tears brimming at my eyes. No. No I tell myself. I can't let him know I'm afraid. I cannot show weakness.

He is walking towards me reaching his hands out to grab me. I start screaming but nothing comes out. I feel someone shake me..

and I see my brothers face waking me up from my nightmare. Oh, it was just a nightmare. Does this have to happen every night?

"Luxie are you okay? Bad dream again?," Kit says in a whispering tone. My dad died before I was born and my mother was killed when I was nine years old. Me and my brother are orphans. After I saw my mother get killed I haven't spoken a word except to my brother. Why talk if no one cares. We had to move to Australia and go to this really shitty foster home, hoping we get adopted. But who wants a 16 year old to adopt? I mean two more years and I'm out of here. But this foster home is really brutal. You don't get any love or care until you get adopted or get too old. Basically you get loved anywhere else but here. If we make noises past lights out, we get whipped. I learned that the hard way when I went to use the bathroom and I tripped over a box and knocked this super creepy painting of an angel off the wall.

"Yeah, kit. I'm fine. Go back to sleep before we get in trouble,"

"Lux, I'm getting really worried about you. Have you cut yourself again? Have you been taking your pills?"

"Yes, yes kit. I think I've got it under control," I laugh "now go back to bed before the warden catches you up."

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Monday. Great. First day of school since I got out of the clinic. God I hated it there. I got sent there after the warden saw the cuts on my arms one morning and she went crazy and sent me to the loony bin. I was in there for about a year until they let me out. Think about it, a year of wearing the ugliest fucking hospital-like gown you could imagine, and when it gets cold you have to wear this super itchy cardigan. I could've sworn it was made out of ass hair. The food was shit too. You could take that literally if you want to, because it sure tasted like it. But I finally got let out once my scars were clear and my therapist thought I was okay. Thought I was.

"Get outta the car and get in there. Don't need ya wasting my time I got things to do," groans Ms. Penny.

I slam the car door before she can turn around and backhand me from the front seat. My first day of school outfit is horrid. It was the only thing penny would let me out of the house with. An ankle length brown skirt and a crew neck white cotton shirt. She didn't even let me wear makeup. Well, jokes on her. I quickly run inside and go inside the girls bathroom. I open the stall door and go inside. I pull the extra clothes out of my bag and change into them. A black misfits tshirt, ripped black skinny jeans and black hightop chuck Taylor's. I exit the stall and stand in front of the mirror as a apply my black eyeshadow. I started practicing my eyeshadow like Taylor momsen and I think I did a pretty good job of it. I smirk at my reflection, then remember that I'm me, and then I feel like shit again. I stuff my old clothes into my bag and exit the bathroom. Why is everyone staring at me? I walk down the middle of the hallway, smirking at the attention I'm getting. I did expect it, this is what happened at my old school, but it still surprised me. I stop at my locker and put in my combination, but before I can finish I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump and scream as I turn around and see an attractive boy with green hair.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Michael," he smiles.

I smile back

"What's your name?"

My face falls.

"Do you not talk? Oh geez. Um here write your name on this and then show me," he hands me a sticky note and I hand it back to him with my name written on it, smiling at his effort.

"Your name is Lux? That's such an awesome name. It's like the girl from the virgin suicides. OH MY GOD YOU LISTEN TO THE MISFITS WE ARE BESTFRIENDS NOW. NO DENYING IT"

I nod my head, accepting his invitation to friendship.

His face lights up adorably, but then suddenly drops. I turn around and see a boy that is about 6 feet tall, wearing black skinny jeans and black vans, with a nirvana tee shirt on. My jaw drops. He is angelic. I couldn't point out a single flaw on that boy. Until he spoke.

"Oh look. The gay, and the poser. Cute." He taunts.

"Luke. Leave her alone. She's new." Michael stutters.

"Shut the fuck up homo. And hm. I bet she's never even listened to the misfits before. And great job with the eyeshadow. Trying to copy Taylor Momsen? Knew it. Fucking poser," he booms.

I glare at him, trying to hold back tears at his hurtful words.

"What? Poser can't talk?"

"Her name is Lux. And leave her the fuck alone before I bash your face in, dick." Michael booms.

Luke's face hardens, then he looks at me and I could've sworn I saw guilt flash through his eyes, but it was quickly masked by anger. I see him mouth my name to himself as he stalks down the hallway.

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A/N

OK I know this one isn't that long but it's the first chapter. Please comment and let me know what you think. OH and the person that I've decided to base lux's looks on is kaya scodelario/effy from skins! -Lola