Luke
My phone rang.
It was someone I haven't spoken to in forever.
Michael.
"What does this kid want" I mumbled.
I answered the phone to a lot of racket.
"Hello"? A voice said.
And it wasn't michaels.
"Hello"? I asked.
"Hi this is Ashton irwin, I'm here with police and ambulance, I found michaels journal and every entry is to you so I though-" I stopped him.
Michael wrote about me.
Alot.
In a journal.
"And"? I said.
"And Michael got hit, by a car" his voice quivered.
I couldn't breathe.
My head throbbed.
My blood flowed.
Hit.
Michael has been hit.
And who hit him.
I hung up the phone and raced to Michaels house.
He's dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead.
My thoughts were that exactly.
I saw the police lights from down the street.
They were bright.
Bright lights.
Like Michael's hair.
He's perfect.
I love him.
I hopped out quickly and raced over to where an ambulance Zoomed off.
Ashton sat in dissapointment.
"ASHTON"! I yelled.
He looked up and looked down.
"Hi" he said.
I ran over to him.
What's his problem.
"What's wrong ash"? I asked.
"Mikey, cut himself... and when he did, your name was the name carved into his beautiful skin" he said.
My eyes widen and my head throbbed harder.
And it's hurt worse.
Luke Robert hemmings.
You're a disappointment.
To everyone and that's why your name is scared in someone you loves arm.
All me.My fault.

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Notes •muke•
FanfictionMichael Clifford is insanely in love with his boyfriend, Luke Hemmings, they are both socially and mentally depressed. They face problems in the end.