dollhouse ☾ muke

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[ luke ]

I sit up and am blinded by the bright walls. This was stupid, I would rather not be in an asylum. Why not a normal jail?

I sigh and stretch, getting the feeling of someone's eyes on me. I quickly glance around the room, freaking out, until my eyes hit Michael.

He blinks once I see him and then he smiles.

"You are officially my fr-" A choking sound comes from his mouth.

I just sit there, hell, like I knew what to do.

It immediately stops and he continues. "friend today."

"What just happened?" I ask as I stand up to stretch even more.

"He suffocated me, he's smoke."

It was probably the demon.

"So where do we go to for breakfast?" I open the door completely. They open it as soon as the morning tone rings, which was like an hour ago.

"The courtyard, I heard we were getting cake." Michael hops up and struts to the door.

"Yay." I clap.

We walk to the courtyard and there it was a huge cake.

"Why is there cake actually?" I ask.

"Some girls birthday." Michael says sitting next to her.

A nurse comes in with a safety knife, cause they make those, and started singing so we all join.

The stupid song was sang and she blew her candles out.

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"I bet she feels special," I barely get out through the vanilla batter of my third slice.

"Yeah, I wish I was her. Having such a great singer sing for me." Michael picks at his piece.

"Who?" I look around.

"You, idiot." He punches my arm.

I smile and glance over his shoulder. My heart speeds up as I see the one demon I never can escape.

His curly hair covered by a bandana, his eyes filled with a dark lust and his beautiful dimples showing, but that wasn't what made it so bad, it was the gaping hole right between his eyebrows.

He comes up and sits down. "So lucky, I remember when I was the only person who heard that voice, I remember when you would hold me, now all you do is freak out when I'm around. Am I still not good enough? Have to kill me and move on."

"It wasn't like that and you know it." The rest of the world fades away.

"Oh, Michael is so much better than me." He smirks.

"Don't say anything, just don't. I don't want to hurt anyone else." A tear falls from my eye.

"You always were a wimp, I want you to love him. Love him until I come back for you. Love him like you loved me, but more." He disappears and so does my hope for something good.

"Luke, are you okay?" Michael snaps me out.

"Sorry, sometimes they come along with black outs." I sigh.

"Well, if every time you end up making yourself adorable, then always do it." Michael wipes icing off my face with his finger.

"Oops," I grab a napkin and clear my skin.

"Happy birthday," Mike yells as the girl passes us, I wave and she waves back.

"I hate life," I whisper as I stuff the last piece of cake down my throat.