Lonely

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+Lukes P.O.V+

When I got home, the fire was on and so was the TV, but only my brothers were home. I ran home from school because it raining, and because my new school was about 10 minutes away from my house.

Michael asked me for my number, in case he needed food and it was an emergancy.

My phone vibrated.

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Michael: do u have pizza

You: no

Michael: well buy me pizza then bc i ran out

You: no

Michael: dont be a fag

You: im not

Michael: shut up luke

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I ate the final slice of pizza that was beside me and put down the phone so I could continue watching TV. I was feeling lonely and cold. I touched my thigh, that felt numb, and it stung my hands. I forgot about the scars on my thigh and it made flinch.

I wish that I'd stop, and that it would be all over. My foolishness, I mean. I wish I was happy, like Michael is. I wish I was carefree, but I'm not. I'm not even nearly as nice as him, either.

It turned 4am, and I texted Michael.

You: help

And I immediately regretted it.

I don't need him, I'm going to be okay.

Everything is okay.

Michael: is everything ok?

No.

You: yeah, sorry typo ha

Michael: whats wrong

Everything.

You: nothing

Michael: then why did you text me at 4am saying 'help'

You: idk

Michael: ok im coming

You: its 4am michael i swear im fine go to sleep it was a typo ok

I put my phone back down on my bed and hoped to God that he wouldn't come.

And then I heard a knock on the door.

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