LUKE'S POV:
"You alright?" I asked Lacey as I see her staring at something with narrowed eyes.She slowly nods before hesitantly taking a seat on my bed.
"I'm going to put peroxide on the wounds so they won't get infected, is that okay?"
She stares at me with a blank expression but nods after a few seconds of direct eye contact.
Why is she acting all weird all of a sudden?
"I...I'm going to need you to take off the shirt," I said quietly.God, this is so awkward.
There is no other female in the house to do this, and I doubt she'd want to have Mikey do it. She couldn't do it herself without my help, so this was really the only option here.
She quickly unbuttons the shirt I let her borrow, letting it slip off her shoulders.
Her bare back was facing me now, and god was the sight a mess.There were dozens of open slashes across her back, scars also, a lot of them too.
Had they done this to her before?
I unscrew the cap of the peroxide and pour some of the liquid onto a small towel.
"Tell me if it hurts," I croak out and lightly begin dabbing the wet cloth onto her back.
She lightly flinches, but nothing else.
This stings like a bitch, why is she just flinching and nothing else?Getting your back whipped probably hurts a lot more than having some peroxide dabbed onto some deep cuts.
Followers were brought up emotionless also, they were taught to show no emotion towards others in time of pain.
Lacey was a follower; and by the looks of it she was pretty committed.
She built walls.
After dabbing the cuts with peroxide I wrapped a bandage wrap around the upper part of her body.
She muttered a quick thanks before asking if I could turn around so she could change into her own clothes.
A few seconds later she says I can turn around.
She was now wearing the one-piece, black, leather suit followers were supposed to wear, along with black boots that went up to her knee.Her dark brown hair fell down to her lower back, cold hazel eyes staring at me with an emotionless expression.
Her eyes widened as she looked me up and down.
"W-what are those?" She asks, pointing to my left arm.
Realizing what she was talking about I quickly put my arm behind my back, "s-scars and c-cuts."
"How'd you get them?" She took a step towards me, trying to catch a glimpse at my scarred arm.
"I did them to myself," I said quietly.
"Why?" Curiosity filled her eyes as I stayed quite for a moment.
"It-it's like a....pain reliever," I explained.
"But those aren't pills," she remarked.
"Pills are drugs. This," I put my arm out for her to see. "Is like my drug."
"You can't be addicted to making cuts on yourself," she scoffed.
If only she knew...
"I understand why the government doesn't want you feeling emotions," I muttered, taking a seat on my bed.
"I feel emotions," Lacey said, taking a seat next to me, back straight and legs crossed - that's how they were trained to sit.
"It doesn't look like it," I remarked.
She was like a statue of some sort; never changing expressions, but kept the bland, expressionless face on to please the ones around her.
"I'm an expert at hiding my emotions," she chuckled.
"I'm not," I whispered, looking down at my scarred arm.
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HELLO!Okay so at the beginning of this story I wasn't going to have Luke cut, but then brainstormed this scene and was like: I MUST USE IT!
But on a serious note, cutting is a very sensitive topic and is something I think no one should do to themselves.
And if you need anyone to talk to, about anything, I am here for you; I've gone through some things, so coming from someone who has gone through a tough time means more - to me personally - than to a being that is always happy, you get me?
Excuse any mistakes I made!
I love you all so so sooooooo much!
:DDOH MY GOD WAIT!
DID YOU GUYS WATCH 5SOS PERFORM ON ELLEN?!
God, Calum kills me with that blonde streak, Luke's quiff and lip piercing UGH, And when ash sang I was literally crying, AND MIKEY OH MY GOD DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED HE IS SO FUCKING PERFECT!
They're amazing human beings *sigh*
Okay, that is all!Thanks for reading!
BYEEEEEE!
~xoxo~
Linda