Don't Go [Muke Clemmings]

Chapter Two

Luke

From that moment on, I took the diary to school with me, I read it in bed, and every moment of free time I had my nose in it, until I finished every last entry. Some days I cried, even, from how sad this boy's life was. He kept this diary from when he was twelve to the day he died. It was a pretty big book.

Nobody teased me about crying, because no one at this school wanted to approach me except for that one boy I met in the bathroom, and even he hadn't talked to me in a week.

"What are you doing with that?" a worried voice asked me. Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. Speak of an annoying boy at my school, and he'll come, too.

"Reading, what does it look like?"

"Where'd you get it?"

"It was just lying on the floor in my closet. I don't know who's it was, but I guess it's mine now."

"Put it back," the boy said in a menacing voice.

"No, you can't tell me what to do."

"I know you think you're 'punk rock' but just put it back."

"No!" Then it occurred to me... "Why did you say that?"

His eyes widen, then he seems to relax. "Because I want you to put it back, idiot."

"No, the other part." I had never said anything about being punk rock. Ever.

"It's... the way you dress."

"I dress pretty normally."

"The fringe?" I raised my eyebrows. "Just never mind. Stop reading the diary and we'll be fine."

"Why do you care about the diary?" My eyes widened in realization. "You knew him, didn't you?"

"Um, yeah, he was my... brother." He was lying. I didn't know why, but I knew he was lying. I could see it in his eyes.

Then I decided I didn't really care and said, "Okay." I had finished the diary anyway.

Michael

How did he find the diary? It didn't make any sense to me, none of it had happened yet, and today's version was at my house, wasn't it? I looked on the fifth to last page. Sure enough, the latest entry was there. I was so confused. Was the whole world mixed up and changed just for this? Did I just bring all my earthly possessions with me? I was taught when I was little that that wouldn't happen.

I sat down on the ground and thought of how I finished the first thing on the list. Actually, I did the third one first.

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"Happy birthday, Michael!" everybody shouted as I walked into the room. I was turning eighteen that day, old enough to do things on my own, yet my mom decided that a surprise party like people often held for 10 year olds was appropriate.

"Yay!" I said sarcastically, but smiled so that they would also  know I appreciated their presence. And their presents. I know my humor isn't the best, but you know what? I don't care. I had survived 18 years, and that was a miracle for me..

I especially appreciated my mom for decorating this place all by herself, and making it look beautiful even with the small amount of money we had.

"Happy birthday, Mikey!!!" Luke yelled in my face, making me scream like a girl, which in turn, made him laugh, smiling so wide I could see his dimple. I loved when he smiled like this, for two reasons: for one thing, it was beautiful, and it also showed that he was truly happy, and that was the best thing I could hope for.

Luke was my only friend. You know, the third thing I put on my list almost ten years ago, that I thought was so impossible? One day, I was just getting my things from my locker, and he ran up to me and hugged me. I had never met the kid before in my life, but I talked to him instead of assuming he was a rapist and running away, and that turned out to be the best decision I had made in my life.

"Present time!" my mom shouted. Everybody gathered around the table and she handed me a paper bag from Savemart. "Open this one first."

"Mom, you didn't have to get me a present," I whispered, giving her a look. I knew that we didn't even have enough money to pay this month's rent.

"Yes, Michael, I did." She didn't know I knew why she was being so nice. My doctor really didn't have a quiet voice, I had heard them talking from two rooms away.

"I love you," I told her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

"You know I love you too, right?" I nodded. "Good, don't ever forget it."

"Come on, open your presents!" Luke said, chuckling, but he had an uneasy look on his face. I wondered what he was worrying about. I had never told him that I was dying.

“"“"“"

What? Why was he nervous? I didn't remember that before, but lately my memories have been changing, and I have no idea why.

“"“"“"

"Mine next!" Luke squealed, handing me a small box. For some reason I was picturing a guy giving a girl a box of chocolates or jewelry on Valentine's day. What was wrong with my brain?

I unwrapped the box and my eyes widened at what he had given me.

An iPhone. It was like he knew.

"You told me you've never had one of these, right? Well, here you go." He smiled, and I hugged him, making him laugh as he wrapped his strong arms around me as well. I bit my lip and tried not to be too obvious when I breathed in his scent.

What the fûck was wrong with my brain?

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I smiled when I thought back on all those memories, but it was weird how my nonexistent brain muddled them up even more every time I did. It was like the whole world was changing around me. What was happening? And... where was Anna? I just remembered that Luke's girlfriend had been with him at that party. Why couldn't I even picture her face anymore?

ok so ik this is pretty confusing rn but it's supposed to be

it'll all be explained as time goes on.

So I'm really excited for this book, but Better Than Me is my main focus, so please, please read that. I only have 60 something reads on it so far, and this is the fanfic I'm the most proud of so I would like it to be my most popular. So bye bye. love you guys,

- <3 rach <3