Heaven & Hell

Desperate

(A/N: Warning: Triggering)

+Luke's POV+

"I don't want you here! Get out!" I screamed at the door.

"Luke I-"

"You're still drunk! Go home! What are you doing here?"

"I don't have anywhere to stay!"

"Then fucking find somewhere!"

"Luke I have no idea what you're doing in there," he paused, "what if you're going to hurt yourself? What do you think I'd do? Do you think that I wouldn't care? Think that I'd live the rest of my life happy because of this shit? Think I'm that sadistic? Is that what you think?"

I didn't answer him.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered.

He kicked the door again. "Please!" His voice sounded desperate and I could tell by his voice that he was crying.

I couldn't care less.

I sat back on my bed and stayed quiet until he'd leave.

I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until I opened the door.

Well maybe he shouldn't have hurt me.

He sighed loudly and I heard footsteps leaving.

I didn't see him when I finally opened my door, so I ran into the bathroom. I closed the door and went looking for my blades that were hidden in a green cabinet under the sink.

I finally found them and by then my wrists were aching for the feeling of the cool metal being pressed against my pale skin.

I looked in the mirror.

Ugly, stupid, fat. Michael doesn't love you, he never did. Worthless piece of shit.

My eyes got watery by the thought.

These thoughts were swarming my mind and I couldn't seem to stop them.

I looked down. I slice my skin harder than I would usually would and blood starts spilling down my wrists and into the sink.

I cried and said I would do 1 more. 1 turned into 2, 2 turned into 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Michael opened the door. He didn't leave?

I drooped the blade into the sink.

"Michael?"

He looked at me, his face was red. His face was wet, full of tears. His eyes were wide and innocent, like a child's, and his sleeves were covering his mouth.

"I never left. I just hid. I knew you were going to do this, Luke. Why did you think I lied to you when I told you I loved you?"

"Why do you think?" I snapped.

He looked at his feet.

"I don't even remember that girl's name. I don't care about her, because I was drunk, okay? She- she tricked me. Y'know, she probably just wanted my money or something. I don't love her. I never did! Fuck, Luke. You don't even understand how much I love you, do you?"

I looked into his eyes and did something I didn't think I'd do, because I was so angry at him. I ran over to him, and hugged him. It shocked him, because he knew that I didn't even want to be anywhere near him a minute ago. He hugged me back, and let me bury my head on his shoulder.

"You don't need to love me forever, because I already know I'm a shitty person, but please Luke, love yourself as much as I love you."

(A/N: Hey! Could we please have at least 5 votes before the next chapter?

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-Elaina xx. )