Made in 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

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"𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘"

-ᏟᏞᎪᎡᏞᏆᎬ ᏟᎻᎪᏢᏞᏆN

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"Forget Luka! He can go and cry like a baby if he wants but we all know that he's a pain in the ass and we're gonna kick out anyways so-"

That when I walked in... I gave everyone in the room a look of betrayal and hurt, but also of disbelief. Those idiots thought I was going to be late...But I heard everything.

"Luka we-"

-What? What are you going to say? What other accuses are you going to pull out to protect him?! TELL ME?

I cut Marc off .

My voice cracked. I can't cry. Not here, not now.

-I'M DONE! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TIRED EMOTIONALLY I AM! I CAN ONLY ENDURE THAT MUCH PAIN AND MENTAL ABUSE!

I couldn't hold that tear anymore. I was going to let it all out. And I don't care about loosing them.

-Luka calm down I'm sure we can-

I cut Mark off with an cold and deep:

"Fuck it"

   I turned away and just as I was going to exit the room, I took my guitar that was on my back and threw it with as hard as I could on the floor. Everyone was shook and didn't dare say anything as the wooden instrument broke into pieces. I gave them all a death look and got out of there.

Let me explain the situation here, two months ago, I met and joined this group called "the blue sculls". Elli, the band leader, was the one I met first. He...is not the best person to hang out with. Especially since I met him at a bar with Nino and Adrien, one day we were spending the night together. He and his groupe offered me a chance to play with them and I accepted...

   At first, they were really nice and accepted me quickly but turns out they were just using me for money. Yeah I admit. There was a sort of illegal stuff going on between us but that doesn't matter. I would pay them their instruments and find them places to play in like bars, restaurants and other. And in exchange, they would just let me play with them and give me some of the money they owned. But I was the one who produced the most between them. The only good guy in this was Marc. He's the batter in the groupe and I like him a lot because of his originality and hippie style. He would always wear a blue beret and a large T-shirt. A black pear of jeans and his usual black converse. And most of the time, he would put on a large plaid shirt on top of it all. But he is gay and even confessed to me one day that he had a crush on Elli once...

I never liked Elli thought. So when he confessed to me his secret, I didn't know how to react. I was already in love but I had no experience whatsoever in it. And I personally hate Elli so how could I possibly tell him not to confess. Finally, I'm not gay, but most importantly, Elli wasn't gay...

I couldn't bear the thought of him getting rejected and harassed by Elli. And I know what I'm talking about since I was bullied by this dude. But no one knew of course...

I don't remember going out last night
Someone said I made myself a fool
I don't recall the things they said I did
I know I'd never do that as a rule

He bullied me emotionally and physically. He would insult me and tell me things about my music. I might not seem like a big deal said like this but the words said on my music are kind of addressed to me because the melodies I create are a part of me. They are my soul's cries and screams for help. Or they can be my heart's joys and hopes of love one day... My music is the thing that describes me the most. So of course, I can't handle hate towards it. It's like stabbing me in the heart with a knife that we mortals call words.

Elli wouldn't hesitate to hit me. He did it. A lot. All his anger and frustration from the day was taken out on me. And my body. It hurt. It really did. But I wouldn't say a word.

Suffer in silence

And now, I'm proud to use the part tense to tell all of this. It's done. My sadness and pain is done!

Pitter

Patter

Pitter patter

It's...raining? Oh... I held my hand to grab my hat but I decided not to. Let it be. I'm going to live this moment and remember it all my life.

I looked up at the now gray sky, closing my eyes and letting the drops of nature's tears fall on my cheeks to accompany mine. I felt something weird inside of me. A new feeling, one that I never felt or sensed before. It was a mixture of happiness, sadness, freedom... I felt finally alive again.

I can't remember anything
I must be quite insane
'Cause all I can remember
Is dancing in the rain

All of my stress, hate, love and tiredness out. My pain with my tears, and my happiness of finally reuniting with my freedom with my laughter. I screamed, ran and opened my arms like I was telling live to throw whatever she still had for me, I was ready to welcome it.

The bluet was running down the road, his clothes and his hair now soaked. But he didn't care. He was happy. Sometimes, he jumped on a puddle of water and let his shoes and socks absorb the transparent liquid. He liked that feeling... Some people would look and stare at his figure as he was a crazy teenager who just got accepted by his crush. Old ladys would walk away and mutter things like "Youth this day...". But Luka shrugged off, too lost in his own happiness...

Pitter

Patter

Pitter

Patter

Pitter...

Patter...

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Just for you guys to know, I'm not going to "sensor" the swears in this anymore (or at least in this chapter) since there is going to be a lot of them. Read at your own risk ( I know it's not that bad but I'm sure there are some people here that don't like it)

And sorry for not posting what could have happened in the last chapter. I was however going to post this one before and then jump into Chloé's new life but I kinda gave up on this chapter and decided to do the rest instead.

Anyways hope you like it!

Love u 💜💜💜💜💜

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