Luka

Chapter 1

"They're staring y'know, looking at you, laughing. They know."

A young seventeen year old lad was walking down the street, cars whizzing by and the sound of people clattering about in shops. It was an average summer's day, the sun was out, and clear skies above. The boy was short and skinny, his nails bitten down to stubbs and an oversized hoodie that was rolled up at the sleeves. Under his tattered beanie worn from frequent use, you could see bleached blonde hair covering his forehead. As he walked down the street he kept his head to the ground and his eyes darting from side to side as if he was being followed. A voice in his head was making him paranoid, lowering his self confidence and heightening his anxiety.

"This isn't normal, you're such a fake."

"Shut up!" He exclaimed, getting fed up of the voice, wishing he wasn't like this.

"They're going to find out and you know it..." The voice trailed off into the quiet, still there but inaudible, almost like a ghost.

He looked back down, eyes fixed on his forearms with his hands in his pockets. A small smudge of gold sparkle shined in the light. Noticing this, he quickly pulled his sleeves back down and carried on.

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