Take Me Back // Luke Hemmings

☮ Katie's POV ☮

The next day I left the hospital after I convinced the doctors I was beyond stable. They lazily questioned me, and then released me. My mom seemed to believe that I was 100% good.

I wasn't. The night with Luke had left me wanting to die so much I needed to go through with it this time. I'd sold my soul to him, and he basically beat the shit out of it.

"So that Luke boy? He was cute." My mom says when we get in the car. I stifle a cry as she pulls onto the road.

"Yeah. He's okay.." I say, staring out the window. I can only remember his smile, his laugh. The way he looked at me left scars and scratches on my heart. I miss him more than I miss my home, because he was my home. It just took this long to realize it, and now I can't get him back.

My room looks foreign when I walk into it. The multiple pictures of me and Charlotte leave me in a bath of tears, and then I see a picture of me and Luke that he took. We both are smiling like idiots and wrapped in each other's arms. We look happy. In love, even.

I want to do nothing more than to curl up in his arms and kiss him. I want to be with him right now, him telling me I'm beautiful and don't deserve to die. I wish I was someone else. Then there's a knock at my door, and I want it to be Luke, even when I know it's not. It never will be.

I open it up, and there's Calum. He looks tired and restless, like he hasn't slept in years. His usual hyper and big eyes are sad and hanging. He looks sick almost. He smiles slightly, gesturing to me that he's happy to see me.

"Hi, Katie." He says in a scratchy voice that startles me.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, instead of saying hi. He laughs, and shakes his head.

"No, I'm not. Charlotte broke up with me last night after dinner, and I don't think Luke will ever talk to me again." He says, and there's a way of sadness that drowns us both. I wait for him to go on, but he doesn't. He's not telling me something.

"I.. I'm so sorry to hear that Calum. Charlotte can get bored easy, and she'll just leave. I know deep down that she did love you." I tell him, unable to go any farther with lying to him. I don't think Charlotte ever did love him. He nodded, looking down at the floor. His hair was greasy and messy, he looked so sick I'm surprised he didn't fall to the ground. He looked worse than me.

"I have to go." Calum says, looking up at me one last time, and then he's walking down the hall. I don't bother to say goodbye. We both know we won't be talking for a while.

I think about the last week, about my year. Everything went from perfect to terrible. How could my life change that fast? It scares the shit out of me. My room was freezing, no matter how many blankets I had wrapped around me. I felt so empty.

But I didn't want a blanket. I wanted a person to keep me warm. Because maybe my soul was to dark, I'd never be warm again. Or maybe because I'd lost all the people I cared about in a matter of 24 hours. Because there was no person, and I'd have to learn that sooner or later.

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Thank you so much for reading this far! I hope you all enjoy it. 💞 I'm going back to school soon so I may be writing more, but I might not be. I hope you all had a good Christmas and new year! 😌
-Karley ☺️