Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding
No, you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like
Welcome To My Life/ Simple Plan
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Luke' POV
*trigger warning*
The cuts on my stomach are definitely infected. The scalpel must of already been used on a patient. I can't tell anyone. I'll just find plasters from somewhere and keep them covered. My body will eventually fight the infection off.
Michael and Calum were sound asleep even though it was 10:20am. I quietly reached down into the frame of the bed and pulled out the scalpel. I tiptoed to the bathroom, being aware of how light a sleeper Ashton is. Wait. Ashton isn't here. And right now, he is in a very deep sleep that no matter how much noise I make he will never wake up. I don't understand why I'm seeing him in random places. Dr Simpson said it could be because I'm missing him so much, but I miss my mother and brothers and I never see them appearing in random places. Once in the bathroom, I ran the scalpel under warm water to hopefully kill any remaining infectious bacteria. Seeing as I had the blade in my hands... You can tell what happened. *trigger over*
I returned back to the bedroom. Calum and Michael were sound asleep. It's 10:30am. At weekends, visiting hours are from 9am till 12, then 1 till 5. Luke's mum was going in the morning while Lauren and Harry were in the hospital's soft play and we are visiting this afernoon then tomorrow we will switch around.
I walked through to the kitchen area and grabbed a bowl and a box of krave. I poured some cereal in, then added milk. I spooned all the cereal into a empty tin in the bin and left the milk-filled bowl near the sink so it looked like I ate breakfast.
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