Mental Hospital ; luke hemmings

1.8 - lυĸe

OK SO THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN BY MY AMAZING CO WRITER SHE IS AMAZING @aightirwin

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Laying here with Emma cuddling against my chest gave me chills.

Letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding in made her shiver. She snuggled deeper into my chest, her eyes fluttering until they were closed and her breathing became steady.

Why did I ask to cuddle with Emma in the first place? I barely know her! A voice in the back of my head whispered 'To make Anna jealous', but why would I want to make Anna jealous? I love her, as a sister of course! 'no you don't' the voice countered 'yes i do!' I fought back 'no. you love her like a husband' it taunted filling my mind with dangerous thoughts.

Do I really love Anna like that? Does she feel the same way? Should I tell her? Questions swirl through my mind, giving me a headache. The movie we were watching ended, the credits rolling through and music quietly playing. "Well Anna Banana I'm off to bed!" I called, but she only glared at me.

More likely of who was cuddled into my chest, I gently moved Emma's head off my chest and onto her pillow, wrapping the blanket around her fragile body.

Walking to the door, I turned and waved one more time to Anna which this time she returned. Walking through the doorway and closing the door I wandered to my room.

Laying down on my bed, facing the ceiling I start to drift off to another world. One filled with nightmares and memories. Quick flashes of a girl hanging by a rope her eyes dull and lifeless, her skin pale. This was no nightmare, but a memory of her. Of Cameron. I could feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks, as I dropped to my knees, and screamed out all my pain and anger. Gasping I jolted up, looking crazily around the room, any sign of Cameron. But there was nothing, just my dark hospital room.

The clock beside my bed started beeping multiple times, I slammed my fist down on it and it finally stopped. Standing up I went to get dressed, thoughts of that horrible memory running through my head.

Sitting my tray full of bacon, eggs,and pancakes on the round table, I face Tracy, Echo, and Anna. "Morning." I mumble not really in the mood to talk after last nights flashback.

Anna simply glares at something or someone behind me. Turning my head I glance around the cafeteria, and spot Emma standing awkwardly with her tray. "Emma!" I wave my hand so she can see where I am, "Come sit with us, we have one more seat." I suggest, all she does is nod before walking over to us and sitting in the seat between Anna and I.

Anna is giving Emma death glares, if it could kill someone Emma would already be six feet under. "Uhm.." Emma mumbles, clearly nervous,

"Emma is it? Yeah, Im Tracy. Sorry about the way we met, yeah.." Tracy trails off, not knowing what to say.

"So do you like your stay at this grand mental hospital?" I ask sarcasm dripping of the word grand.

"Uh, yeah I guess. But I haven't seen much." She whispers, messing around with her food.

"Well, since I'm supposed to give you a tour, why don't we go now?" I ask, before grasping her hand and pulling her out of the cafeteria. Somehow her presence lightens my mood.

"Okay theres nothing much to do here other than go to the library, the game room, which is by the way very dull theres only a small TV and 2 old board games that no ones heard of, and theres a garden out back. Oh! And art therapy!" I ramble, and all she does is nod. Showing the routes of everything, from the cafeteria to the criminally insane hall I start to notice things.

When she walks her hair bounces, her eyes move quickly around her surrounds, and she zones out quite often. And her blue eyes shines
like the ocean with the sun beaming down on its waves.

"So do you think you need help with anything else?" I ask her looking into her eyes,

"N-no, I don't think so. Thanks." She replies slightly smiling. We turn and head back to her room, since we have wasted half a day walking around im sure she exhausted. As we walk past the front entrance, someone calls out my name over and over again (A/N heheheh 'its not like you to be cold, every night played over and over' oops..).

Emma and I stop in our tracks and turn, there standing in jeans and a cardigan is my mum. Liz Hemmings. She runs over to me, looking directly in my eyes, "Mum. what are you doing here?" I ask bluntly.

"Visiting you, silly!" she giggles.

"I don't want you here, mum. You should go."

"But I just got here! I didn't drive here all the way for nothing!" she exclaims "Mum, leave" I raise my voice,

"NO! I am your mum and you will show me some respect boy!" she shouts, shoving me.

"I dont want you here, leave!" I shout right back.

"Boy, you listen to me! I am your mum and you will show me respect and appreciate I took the time to come here!" she screams right in my face. Her hand flies back and then connects with my cheek,and as she does Emma gasps while my mum steps back and looks at her hand in horror "L-Luke.. I am so sorry I don't know what came over me I just-"

"Save it mum." I grit hot tears streaming down my face

"Ma'am, I uh think you should leave. I think thats the best for right now" Emma speaks up quietly. Before she has a chance to reply, Emma takes my hands and leads me towards the bathroom.

As we enter she commands me to sit on the sink, as i do so she examins my cheek, pain fitting over her perfect face. " I am so sorry Luke." She murmurs wetting a washcloth sitting by the sink, "This might sting a little" she warns before lightly patting my cheek, I wince.

"I should go get you an ice pack" She rushed before turning ready to walk off. My mind drifted off to the way her brown hair sways even when she is just walking. My mind becomes mesmerized as the Cameron look alike tried to to walk away from me. I could not let this happen again. I jumped down from the cabinet and grabbed her wrist forcing her to look at me. I push her against the wall pressing my lips against hers.

Emma's eyes lit up with shock but I couldn't seem to stop myself. My hands groped her waist harshly. She started to get in to it, kissing back and advancing her hand to the side of my face. It lasted 30 seconds until she tried to pry herself out of my grip. I sill couldn't stop, I probably left bruises on her side.

"Stop." She cried over and over again, when I didn't receive the message when she pulled away. I finally pulled off of her when she shoved my shoulders, the strongest she possible could. I looked into her dark eyes and saw the tears pool around her eyes.

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Ah, so much pressure. So are you guys enjoying th book so far? Please comment what you think! ENjoy!

_S.Armstrong