Sorry •Muke•

Chapter 36 - Disasterology

Minor screaming and swearing in the song, but I think it fits perfectly with this chapter so please listen to it while you read

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"Shit." I swore under my breath.

A razor was pressed to my wrist, and there was already bloody lines drawn into my skin, "Michael?"

I looked up and saw Luke standing in the doorway. A frown upon his face as he stared down at the cut along his boyfriend's wrist. He then came over and sat down in front of me. He pulled the hand that held the razor away from my wrist. He just then sat there with one of his hands against the back of mine.

"I'm sorry, Luke." 

"You don't need to be sorry, Mikey. I know it's hard." The crack in his voice made my eyes start to water.

He simply stared at my bloody wrists and the razor that rested between my thumb and index finger. He then lifted up my hand that held the razor and pressed the razor to his own wrist.

"What are you-"

"Cut me instead." His voice no longer cracked, but it was still very sorrowful.

"Why?"

"Because every time you do this," He pointed to my bloody cuts, "It feels like you are cutting me as well."

I just stared at his wrist for a minute, "Go ahead, cut away."

"I can't." 

"Why not?" He asked, our eyes meeting only for mine to look away at anything but him.

"Because I can never hurt you." 

I then threw the razor over to the desk and moved closer to Luke so I could wrap my arms around him. He cuddled me into his lap as we sat together. Neither of us said anything; we weren't happy nor sad, I don't think.

We just sat there, his arms around me as mine were around his neck. We sat there for a second until I looked up and looked at up my wrist and saw blood smeared onto Luke's shirt.

"We need to get you some bandages, c'mon." He released his grip on my and helped me to my feet.

I followed him to the bathroom but after a good 10 minutes of looking, Luke couldn't find a single bandage. All he did was sigh and then grabbed a washcloth from one of the drawers and ran it under the water.

He pressed the damp cloth to my wrist, cleaning off the dried blood. I had only cut twice on my left wrist and 4 times on my right. I looked down at Luke's wrist and saw the place the razor laid but there wasn't any blood.

"We need to go to the store." I nodded and then walked over towards the front door. I slipped on my Doc Martin combat boots and waited for him as he grabbed a few dollars off the kitchen counter.

We left the house, making sure to lock and door and then started to walk to the store since neither of us had a car. Sadly, the closest place to buy bandages was had to be a good 3 miles away and it was also nearly 6 in the afternoon meaning there would soon be a rush of people coming home from work.

We stood on the corner of a street, we had already passed the school and were nearly to the store. Luke then reached over and grabbed my hands, he brought my wrists up to his lips as he kissed the scars. 

I looked up and saw the light said that we could cross the street, "Luke.. c'mon."

He then joined hands with me and we started to walk. The sky was dark already with a bit of light coming from west. There was a light breeze from the winter weather.