eccentric 》 muke | cashton

two《 luke

"So Luke, how was your day?" Mum asks, putting some macaroni and cheese on my plate.

Just awfull. Like everyday.

"It was fine," I lie, focusing on the positive, "I brought my Science grade up."

Mum smiles and cups my cheek in her hand before moving on to my brothers. I look down at the food on my plate, frowning. I'm not too hungry today... I'm actually not too hungry anyday. But I take a few bites so mum wont be worried. Even though she always is.

"So..." Mum says, sitting at the table, "Luke has his first meeting in three days."

"What meeting?" My dad asks.

My mum scratched above her eyebrow while Jack held in a laugh. Dad never knows what's going on. Completely oblivious to everything.

"For his support group..." Mum says in a low voice.

Dad stares at her for a second before nodding and going back to his food. Jack couldn't hold his laughter in this time. The corner of my lip tugs up into a half smile. After I finished eating, I clean my plate, and slowly begin making it up the stairs.

"Hold up, Lukey, let me help." Mum says, rushing over to me.

I sigh but let her. Mum helps me with everything. Lack of sleep makes someone extremely weak and sometimes I can't even walk up the stairs without getting dizzy and nearly falling. She helps me up the stairs and into my room.

"Do you need to take a shower?" She asks.

I nod and she walks over to my closet, pulling out a pair of boxers and some sweats. She walks with me to the bathroom and shuts the door. I've passed out in the shower once, but mum didn't know because she was downstairs. She doesn't want that to happen again so she stays in the bathroom with me.

I took off my vans and walked into the shower, closing the curtain. I took off my clothes and threw them over the shower curtain before turning on the water. It's a bit embarrassing having my mother monitor my showers, especially as I'm getting older. But I'm used to it and so is she so there's really not a problem.

I shower and wash my hair, only getting dizzy once. I stick my hand out of the curtain and mum hands me my towel then my clothes. Quickly, I change into the clothes and step out of the shower.

"Maybe some warm milk will help...?" She suggests.

She's always trying to find new things to help me sleep. Even though we've already tried everything.

"Sure." I say even though I knew it wouldn't work.

She smiles and walks down to the kitchen to get the milk. I sigh and slipped under the covers. There's really no use but I do it anyway. It feels nice to just relax. Up until it's four in the morning and I'm on the verge of tears trying to fall asleep but my stupid self wont let me.

Mum must've heard me from her room down the hall. She opens my door, her dark figure walking up to me. She sat down on the bed, her hair in a pony tail and her makeup off.

I shook my head and tried to dry my eyes but I'm emotionally breaking. I hate crying in front of her, I already feel extremely weak, crying only makes me look weaker. But she doesn't mind, of course. She honestly doesn't care. All she wants is for me to get better.

"Things will get better, hun, I promise." She says, kissing my forehead.

I nod. She might promise but that doesn't mean it's going to happen.