Shattered~Lashton

Six.

-Luke-

I was on my way to lunch, I felt as if I was walking on air. I was just in that good of a mood.  I got to my usual table and sat down. I looked around the room and didn't see Ashton anywhere. I haven't seen him since first hour, wondering where he could be I pulled out my phone to text him. I saw that I already had a message from him. 

Ashton:

I got sick, so I went home early...sorry! 

Luke:

its fine. 

I acted like I was busy on my phone. Before Ashton I always sat alone, but today just felt different. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Stark with Clark. They walked towards my table. 

"Where's the faggot? Scare him off?" Clark said, both of them laughing. Walking away not waiting or even expecting a reply. 

-End of the day-

I was at my locker getting my books. I had homework in two classes, which I wasn't really looking forward to. I closed my locker and I was instantly pushed against it. So much for not wanting anything to happen today.

"Hey freak." James. 

The others soon surrounded me. "Where is the faggot?"

"Don't call him that, he has a name you know." Their eyes widened. Stark walked closer to me.

"Did the freak just speak?" He looked behind him, and then back at me. 

He took my bag from my hands and threw it on the ground. Five seconds later I was held against the lockers by Clark  and James. 

"Nobody ever speaks back to me." Stark stated before his fist connected with my jaw.

I was held in place as he repeatedly punched me. I could feel blood dripping down from my nose. Soon I felt my legs getting kicked from both sides. I fell to the ground, they kept kicking and punching me.  

"What are you three doing?!!" Was the last thing I heard before my world went black. 

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I woke up in a unfamiliar place. I blinked a couple of times before I fully opened my eyes. I was in a room with white walls, there was stuff hooked up to me....the hospital. My brother was in the corner. I was covered up with a blanket but I knew that I didn't have a shirt on. This scared me. That means my brother has seen the bruises. He's seen my scares that I have self caused. My brother looked up and saw that I was up. 

"Luke!" I cringed. He rushed out of the room, getting a doctor I assumed. 

 A couple minutes later, sure enough him and a middle aged man walked in. 

"Hello there Luke, I am Dr.Burns, but just call me Mike. How are you feeling?" He asked and I looked down. 

My brother said something about me not speaking. He made my brother leave before trying to talk to me again.

"Luke." I looked up at him. "There is water next to you, do you want me to get it for you or?" 

I shook my head and grabbed it. My arms sore, I took a sip of the water before I painfully put it back. 

"Now Luke, I need to ask you some questions. Could you please answer them for me? I am only trying to help you." 

I thought it over, I wasn't sure. I decided that I should or I could be here longer. I hate hospitals. I nodded.