Luke's introduction :: 2
Semi-Edited
"For fucks sake, Luke," Calum frowns as he watches Luke literally chug a Jack Daniel's down his throat, "Don't do this again..."
Luke flips off the kiwi and shuffles over to the window where he looks at the world outside. Dullness is all he saw. Homes were scattered amongst the streets with "perfect" people and "perfect" cars. Nothing was what Luke wanted.
He wanted people to be hurt. He wanted everyone to be angry. And sometimes he wonders why his friends still deal with his abuse. But hey, he's not complaining.
"Pick yourself," Luke mumbles yet Calum hears his words clearly.
Calum's heart stops for a second as he realizes exactly what Luke ordered. Prick yourself-- meaning he'd need to get the needle.
"Luke, I thought we were over with this satisfaction. It's scaring me," Calum breathes. Luke takes another large sip of his alcohol and slams it down on the window frame.
"Calum, don't question anything I say and just do it."
Calum nods is head quickly and runs into Luke's bathroom. Luke isn't normal, not at all. He'd had a disorder ever since he was a young boy where he saw the world as chaos and the only way to stop the chaos was to see people in pain. He wants the whole world in pain.
Luke waits impatiently on his bed with his Jack Daniel's by his side. Calum takes his time knowing Luke won't be upset in the end because he would be seeing pain and blood.
A lot of blood.
"C'mon skimpy child!" Luke yells in anger. Calum quickly rushes into the room with a needle that's a little thicker than normal.
"Okay, okay! I'm here!" Calum pants. His hands shake and it seems as if he's forgotten how to smile. Nothing will ever be alright, he keeps telling himself.
"Now, do it to your calf."
Calum takes a deep breath and forcefully tugs up his skinny jeans till he can feel the cold air running against his bare calf. He closes his eyes and feels around the calf for a spot that doesn't have punctures already.
"Now, Calum."
Calum finds a spot and slowly presses in the sharp needle into his skin. He hisses at the sudden coldness inside his body.
"Give me the needle," Luke smirks as Calum lets out a scream while he's taking it out. He limps over to Luke and hands him the blood covered needle. Calum's wound spills out blood that nearly fall on the rug floor but Luke wipes it off with his fingers before it can do so.
"Clean it up."
Calum nods and walks away to the washroom as Luke gets up from the bed and opens a drawer next to it.
He opens it and finds the drawer that's filled with needles covered in dried dark red blood. Luke's smile widens and he tosses the needle into the drawer. He closes it and sits back onto the bed.
"Calum, what are you doing tomorrow?"
Calum walks into the room and answers, "I'm going to that group thing- remember?"
"Right, I'll pick you up after. Why do you have to go to that lame shit anyways?"
"Luke, I'll meet people who are struggling like me. After all your abuse I've become unstable and-"
"Quiet, quiet! I get it," Luke mumbles as he opens his Jack Daniel's, "Now leave my house.
Calum frowns and nods his head. He slowly wobbles to Luke's front door and looks behind him before he leaves. Hell is all he sees. Knives are assorted on the walls, needles are neatly arranged on the counters, and sadly he knows how each and every one of them feels against or inside his skin. He sighs and leaves the home, leaving Luke to finish his alcohol and fall asleep in his drunken state.
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an, omfg I'm so sorry idk what I just wrote.
It's so gross to me and so sad. Like Luke doesn't want this :-((
Q: Are you going to a 5sos concert? Sitting, standing? Do you have V.I.P tickets?
A: I am!! I'm going to have sitting V.I.P tickets, not to brag because if 5sos saw me they'd be like damn she ugly as hell.
Ily guys so much!!
xxxx,
KillerMarshmallows