voices. • the third book in the mute. series • muke au

pity kiss.

.HI

WAZZUP

hello, hiya, hey, yo, sup, greetings, welcome, bonjur, hi.

Alrighty i just wanted to talk about when this story is over(which its not...proly a few more months(2?))

anywhoo the story that i am going to write when this book is finished has yet to be decided, I now have THREE intros for stories up so please please pweeeeaaassee go read them and comment so i can do a story u guys like:)

The third one is called 'erase'(its muke dont worry:))

and also please dont just pick american psycho because its a fob song its an awesome song but please think about the story PLOT and which one you would like to READ. I just see a lot of people saying that they want tht just cuz they love fob and thts not what i want:(

honestly the story wont even be about the song at all, just tht lukes hot af and michels insane and intensely creepy, it wont be very lovey dovey AT ALL

so yeah...i missed you guys:D

I LOVE YALL SOSOSOOO MUCH

PLZ GO VOTE AND COMMENT ON THA STORIES

BYE

adious, see ya, peace out, goodbye, farewell, ba bye, bye.

hugz and tickles

-carlee

Luke.

He doesn't remember.

How could he not remember?

Were the voices doing more than manipulating his actions? Were they suppressing memories too? I don't know what to make of this, of any of it. He seemed completely fine, perfect even.

On the first day.

April and I have been visiting him everyday this week, the first day was great.(After we got all the emotional 'sorrys' and crying out of the way) It was as if he was back to normal completely.

The second day, something was just...off. I can't put my finger on what it was but Dr. Marten came in and asked April and I to leave after only being there for half an hour. Later that night I got a phone call from the hospital telling me that Michael had another 'outburst'. They wouldn't tell me what it was about, just that he lost it and broke down. He was throwing things and cursing at the nurses, they had to sedate him.

The third day he just seemed sad, pretty normal, but just sad. He faked a smile for April and I's sake, but he just wasn't happy.

On the fourth day, I came a little early. I left April with Kat. I needed to talk to Dr Marten before I saw him. I just needed to understand what was going on.

"Mr. Hemmings, how can I help you?" he asked formally.

"Oh, it's just Luke." I sheepishly said, "I'm just worried about Michael, t-the first time April and I saw him, he seemed...normal ya know? Like, he was all there, he was himself." I try to explain myself, hoping he would understand.

"Well Luke, this a lot like someone who has...a drug addiction." he shrugs, "He could be perfectly fine and happy one day, feeling on top of the world, then, the next day, relapse. I can't control what the things inside his head tell him, only he can do that. It takes time, he hasn't fully learned how to control the yet, he can sometimes, other times, it's just too much...so yes, there will be times when he's upset or 'off', but you just have to let those days pass. You have to be there for him, and you are, and I am so happy you are here for him. When I treated your friend, Ashton, he had no one. He was alone in this and it took him so much longer to control them. But he did it, and I have great faith that Michael will too. I also beleive it will ho much faster with you and your daughter visiting, he progressing faster than most patients in his position." he pauses, "Your inspiring him, your making him want to fight. Love can do some powerful things, especially when it's as true as yours." he smiles warmly at me.

I return the smile gratefully, oddly feeling much better than before.

"Can I see him now?" I ask eagerly. He chuckles and claps my shoulder.

"Sure you can, he's right in there." he smiles. Before I push open the door, I turn back around.

"I actually have one more question."

"Yes?"

"What happened yesterday?" I ask softly

"Oh, Michael's little 'outburst'?" he pauses, "It was about you, about what happened with that Calum boy...he was just blaming himself, saying that you loved Calum more and then went on the blurt out some very...graphic things..." he says, shifting feet. "He was very upset, before and after it happened, he still is a little sad. But I'm sure just seeing you will make him feel better." he smiles.

I nod at his words and go to open the door, but this time he stops me.

"Just, don't take anything he says to heart, rude things I mean. He honestly can't help it. I'm about ninety percent sure you going in there will have a positive effect, but if he snaps and begins to say mean things like he has before, ignore it. He honestly doesn't mean any of it, he is not fully in control of his thoughts." he reminds me.

"Okay." I reply as he releases me. taking a deep breath, I walk into the room, softly closing the door behind me.

"Hey Mikey." I say happily, but still gently. He was curled up into the tall leather chair, reading. He glances up and immediately puts his book down.

"Hey Luke." he smiles weakly, standing and coming over to hug me. We don't kiss as often anymore, before he used to kiss me every chance he got, even in public, now we barley ever do. Mostly, the only time we do it is when we are sad, or guilty. Kissing out of sadness or regret is the worst, you almost don't know if the other is kissing you just out of pity, just trying to make you feel better, or make themselves feel better.

And that's the only time we kiss now.

We hug when we greet each other, and we hug when I leave. Or, if he's upset, I might hug him to comfort him, but again, it's out of pity, not happiness. But I guess with a hug it's okay, they are meant to comfort, they're different from a kiss.

Pity hugs I'm okay with.

He both pull away and he just stands there, looking at his shoes, or the dark wood floors, I am not sure.

"Can we just, not talk today? Can you just be with me, please?" he asks after moments of silence, finally meeting my eyes. His looked...sad. Just sad.

"Yeah, of course." I whisper to him."I'll always be with you." He leads me back to the cushion leather chair, defiantly big enough for two.

He lets me sit down first, I pull my knees up and he does the same, putting his head on my chest. This was new.

Michael had always been the one to comfort me, always. This was so different. A good different. It shows that he needs me just as much as I need him.

He uses his other hand to wrap around my torso, and I wrap both my arms loosely around him, rubbing his back soothingly. He eventually looks up, our noses brushing. I swear as we sat there, looking into each others eyes, his got brighter. Leaning closer, our lips skimmed over one anothers, his breath dancing against mine. He leans closer but I slightly turn away my head, so his lips press against the very corner of my mouth.

He pulls away slowly, looking more hurt than ever. I watch as his eyes turn even duller than before. He looks down, picking at the fabric of his long sleeved tee shirt. He seemed so defeated, like he wasn't even willing to try again.

 I gently take his chin in between my index finger and thumb, lifting his head back up. I avoid his eye contact and instead flutter mine closed as I lean in.

Pity kiss.

IM SORRY IT WAS KINDA SAD.

but im kinda sad so this just needed to be done(honestly it helps a lot)

love you guys(more than you'll ever know)

hugz and tickles

-carlee