Warning Signs || Muke Clemmings

Chapter Two

(WARNING: this may be a bit triggering >~< )

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Michael held out the tall blonde's schedule to him, Luke hesitating to grab it. As Luke reached for it, the sleeve of his flannel had fell halfway down his arm. Michael's eyes widened as he saw that his wrist was covered in cuts and scars, some fairly new. Ashton, although, wasn't paying attention and didn't see what had caused michael to stand there in shock with an expression of worry on his face as Luke ran away quickly. Ashton have him a confused look.

"What happened there?" He asked his friend of eight years, confused out of his mind. Michael quickly averted his attention to Ashton.

"Uh.. " Michael stuttered, causing Ashton to become more shocked than confused. Michael never stuttered, never in the eight years the knew each other. Michael saw the shocked look on his face, quickly hardening his expression. "Nothing.." He muttered, pushing past Ashton and everyone else to his next class, history. Although, Michael wasn't walking in the direction of his classroom. He was walking in the direction Luke had gone.

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Luke somehow found a way to just the perfect place to hide and cry, at school that is. He threw his books on the floor of the bathroom stall, slowly sinking to the floor. Tears were pouring from his eyes. He shut his eyes tightly, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He buried his face in his knees, crying silently. 'You can start over, lukey. No one needs to know anything you don't want them to.' His sweet mum's voice echoed in his head. 'So much for starting over. I'm such a fuck up. I can't even keep my sleeve from rolling up. I'm so stupid.' He thought to himself, hugging his knees to his chest tighter as he cried harder.

Michael looked around for Luke, confused as to where he went. Michael stood at the end of the hall, confused. Where could he have gone? He looked around frantically as the halls were starting to empty. His eyes fell upon the sign for the boys bathroom. "He has to be in there, where else could've he gone?" Michael whispered quietly to himself as he walked into the bathroom. He immediately heard someone crying as he stepped in. As Luke noticed the footsteps in the bathroom, his head shot up quickly. He quickly stood up, not wanting anyone seeing him if possible. Michael had already seen the tall boy's long legs underneath the stall walls.

"Luke..?" Michael asked softly in a gentle voice he hadn't used in years. He was surprised himself when he heard his voice come out that gently. He'd always used a sassy, rude tone unless he was talking to Ash. Even then he never talked in a nice, gentle soft tone like he had just then. Luke sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, hoping if he stayed silent, Michael would go away. "Luke, I know it's you.. What's wrong..?" He asked in a gentle, comforting voice once again. Luke chewed on his lip ring nervously, not sure what to do or say. "Luke.." He said once more, sounding more broken this time.

Luke took a small step toward the stall door, unlocking it and slowly opening it. He faced a worried Michael who looked more kind and gentle than he had before. Luke's eyes were still watering with tears. Michael gave him a small, caring frown.

"What's wrong?" He asked the teary eyed boy not too far from him, maybe seven or eight inches away from him. Luke looked at him, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

"Everything!" Luke broke to pieces, falling to the floor in tears again. "I came here to start over so no one would know anything I didn't want them to, and I've already failed what I came here for!" He sobbed, not sure why he was telling this almost complete stranger this. Michael frowned, kneeling next to the broken boy on the floor.

"Why?" Is all Michael whispered back to him in reply. Luke looked at him with a confused look.

"W-why what.." He looked up Michael. He felt Michael's fingers wrap around his wrist softly, lifting it up so he could see it. He looked at Luke as if to ask for permission to move his sleeve up. Luke just stared at him, scared out of his mind. Michael pulled his Sleeve up to his elbow anyway, looking down at his left wrist. There were so many scars and cuts, he could hardly believe it. He could see the word 'ugly' spelled out in jagged cuts that were slightly fading. The word 'useless' was cut into his wrist deeply, and he could tell it was new, within this month at the most.