Notes •muke•

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Trigger warning !!!

Luke.

I sat there playing with michaels hair.
His Breathe fell to a light breathe.
He's asleep.

Finally

I walked upstairs and searched.
And searched.

I finally found it.
A razor.
I sat perched on the bathtub edge.

I looked at my wrist.
Nothing was there.

My thighs had cuts on then though.
I was depressed after reading Mikey's journal.

I took the razor and put it on my wrist.
1... For hurting Michael.

2... For being heartless.

3... For being fat.

4... For everything I caused mikey.
I took the razor and pulled it across my wrist.
Blood appeared quickly.
Again.
Again.
And again.

I looked at what I've done.
"Luke"? I heard downstairs.
"Shit"! I whispered.

"You in there"? he asked.
Its michael.
Fuck me and my life.

"Uh. I'll be out I'm Going to get a bath
So be out soon" I replied shacking.
"Okay" he said running diwnstairs.
The blood spread all over the floor.

I cleaned myself up.
Got in the bath.
And washed up.
The water turned a bright red color.

"Ah" I said sinking into the water.
"This is good" I said.

The blood stopped and I put a cast over it.

I walked out if the bathroom.
I saw Michael sitting there.
"Hey what took so long"? He asked.

"I was in the bath" I said back.
"Really"? He asked.

"Yes" I replied
He looked at me concernly.

"Show me your wrist" he said.
"Why does it matter mikey" I said back nervously.

His face got red.

"Show me... your wrist, now" he said.
I pulled up my shirt arm and there lied the cast.
"There". I said.
"Happy"?.
I looked up at him.
"Unwrap the bandage" he said.

"Okay" I hoped the room was dimmed enough to not make the cuts visible.
"Luke"
"Why"? He asked.
"Michael I read your journal, everything was about me... every bit of it and you said you wanted to kill yourself" I replied.

"Lukey I have you here with me now, showing you how I loved you, you knew I liked you you knew and all those journals are dumb oh admit it lukey, admit that you love me" he said.

I love you mikey". I said shyly.

"I love you to lukey"
"Just promise me you'll never cut ever again" he said.

"Sure" I said.

But I lied.
It couldn't be promised.