He promised himself he wouldn't do it again. He promised he would never pick up another blade ever again. Right now though he couldn't think about anything else. Right now he needed the relief. Relief that only a blade could bring. One cut. Two cut. Three cut. Four. All you could see was blood dripping onto the floor. His head was dizzy but he didn't stop. Until he remembered he didn't lock the door. Now he looks up to see Michael panicking and yelling for the other boys. Luke became numb. Like his emotions were turned off. He couldn't feel a thing. Not a care in the world. He was finally at peace. That was until he felt the burning sensation in his arm and he looked up to see Ashton cleaning his arm. As soon as Ash was done he felt Michaels arms wrap around his neck. He didn't miss the disappointment that was all over Calums face. Once the boys left his emotions hit him like a tidal wave. He allowed himself to cry. He messed up again. He had hurt them again. He disappointed them again. All because he let the pain get in the way.
