Alive • Cake

Chapter 22

Michael's POV

I whipped my eyes back around to Lukes figure which was still leaning up against the door on the right hand side. Taking four easy strides over, I knelt beside him and took his hands in mine.

'How're you doing buddy?' I asked warily, not sure how he would respond.

His eyes widened and his mouth became a perfect 'o' shape. He looked down at our hands and stared at them, a look of disbelief clear on his face.

'Michael?' He asked, obviously unsure about something or another.

'Yeah?' I looked back at him, confused. 'Oh!' I exclaimed, realising he didn't believe I was real. 'Yeah look, I'm Michael, we need to find Calum.' He winced, and I was starting to wonder why he wasn't speaking properly. I stood up and offered him a hand, which he hesitantly took. 'We need to look for Calum now, okay?'

Lukes face crumpled as he shook his head violently.

'No Michael, I can't.'

I shook my head right back at him, giving him a look of disapproval.

'Yes Luke, you can and you will.'

I took hold of his wrist with a firm grip, yanking him down the corridor and around the corner. 'This was the most frustrating part about watching you in Calum's head, you had no idea where to look.' He grimaced at me, obviously not in the mood to be criticised for his work. 'Calum's in the back of his mind. You would naturally think that means the back of...' I paused, trying to word this correctly. 'These corridors.'

I turned another corner and we saw the a dead end at the end of this one. 'We look down here.' I muttered, seeing 3 doors each side. 'I'll take the left, you take the right. Got it?' Luke shook his head again, looking at me skeptically.

'No.' He whispered, running his hands through his hair.

'Yes.' And the next thing is something I never thought I would do. I opened the first door on the right and with all my strength, I pressed my hand to Luke's back and pushed him into the room, closing the door behind him.

I sighed, before turning to the door I was supposed to go in and opening it up.

It was Calum's kitchen, he was slumped down on one of the bar stools with his head in his hands. Not this memory, I thought to myself as I saw memory me appear beside him.

'Calum, please don't cry.' My voice rung out through the kitchen as my hand soothed his back with circles.

'B-but, he will never love me.' He sobbed, pulling me into an embrace.

'Now why would you think that?' Memory me hummed, wrapping my arms around him in return.

'Look at me, I'm a wreck. Why would he want to love me of all people; I can't stop hurting myself.' He pulled his sleeve up slightly revealing three or four long cuts on his arm. He let his jumper drop again, covering it up.

'Maybe he would love you even more to make up for the love you can't give to yourself.' He just sobbed as I said this, taking my jumper in his hands and burying his face into it. 'Shhh, you'll be okay.' I cooed, looking down at the broken boy in my arms. And in that second I loved him more than myself, and I was the one who would feel broken every time I comforted him over someone who wasn't me.

The door fell open behind me and I ran out, leaving the memory behind.

Luke was pushed out of his door at the same time as me, his face stained with tears.

He looked at me; his eyes were dull and lifeless. He was broken, and so was I.

He pulled me into a hug, and I hugged back just as tight in attempt to keep the pieces of a broken boy together.

a/n

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