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i took off down the street, not caring where i went. just as long as it was no where near him.

"luke! i didn't mean it i swear, i'm sorry."

i repositioned my backpack on my back and kept running, hearing his shouts from behind me.

no more.

it's over.

as i came up to the bus stop i waited impatiently, hoping it would just show up and i could leave everyone. sadly, i was going to have to walk where i wanted to go. the faint shouts of my name had me back on my feet, breathing heavily as i ran through the night. the shouts continued, people gave me weird looks but i shrugged them off because they didn't matter.

nothing mattered anymore

i stopped caring after the first slap came across my cheek

my legs carried me into an alleyway, hiding behind one of the old trash cans. as i was about to come out someone stopped practically in front of me and i froze. they were breathing heavily and i held my breath, trying my hardest not to make a sound.

"please please please please come back. god michael why are you such a fuck up? he's done with you. you fucked up everything."

he started to sob and i closed my eyes waiting for him to leave.

no pity

he doesn't deserve it

after what seemed like forever, the sound of someone stumbling back to their feet and walking away made me sigh in relief. i slowly got up from behind the trashcan and stuck my head out of the alleyway. bright green hair staired back at me as he walked away.

i groaned as my phone vibrated again. this time i didn't bother looking at the message, instead i simply turned the phone over so the screen was facing down and smiled.

that's better.

the more i walked around my new home the more it made me smile. because now, i had a place to call home. my worn on black vans were tucked away in the corner, along with my ripped pair of black skinny jeans and almost shredded light grey hoodie. they carried such harsh memories, memories i didn't want to think of but something always brought them back.

you see, they past two years of my life i've been running. not from someone, oh no, those were only the first couple months. i was running away from my problems now, the phone calls and text messages from old friends didn't bring joy to my life like they used to. they now annoyed me.

as my phone continued to vibrate on the counter top i decided to just turn it off and find something productive to do. i could always go out and meet my neighbors, but i didn't exactly feel like sharing my story with others. it was none of their buisness. 

it's the second day of living here and i'd assume the nightmares would happen every night. but now? i'm daydreaming. sometimes i don't even realize it, my eyes close and my thoughts go blank. allowing everything to come flooding in. 

i ran my hair through my dirty blonde hair and hung my head back. looking out of the corner of my eye, i stared at the wooden fence. why was that fence even there? did they really hate the world that much? i rubbed my temples trying to calm my thoughts down but nothing seemed to work.

you look like you could use a cigarette, luke

it was just a couple of thoughts, i'm fine

but you need one, don't you know how much stress you're under? don't you reme-

okay okay, i'm getting one.

i walked out of the kitchen and picked the packet of cigarettes off the floor, taking one out and lighting it between my teeth. 

doesn't that feel good?"

mhmm

a puff of smoke escaped my lips and a smile formed on my face. i walked around the house admiring the place as i smoked, it made me feel safe. my hand ran along the cold wall, i liked it when it was cold. not because i was used to it, but because when micha-

who? you mean the one who kicked you out of the house? he hates you now, you don't need those memories anymore luke. we'll give you all the right memories you need.

i let my hand drop to my side before finishing off the rest of my cigarette and throwing it out the window, being careful not to get it too close to the wooden fence. the rest of the day i aimlessly walked around the house, unpacking things here and there. not once has anyone knocked on my door, but the voices told me it was okay. 

they're just giving you some space, don't worry

but people normally help you move in and-

space

i cleared my thoughts from the neighbors thing and checked my phone for the time, 8:43pm. i wasn't tired yet so i unpacked the last of well, what i had and sat down in the living room. i wish i had a friend now, not my old ones of course. i did miss them but the voices always told me they moved on, and they only called and texted to see if i was dead.

that's a weird thing to do though. why would they want to know if i was dead? that's silly because they lov-

haven't we talked about this?

yes but-

luke, they don't love you. we love you though, and that's all that matters

okay, i should probably go to sleep then right?

right

i got up off the floor and towards the bedroom. i layed down on the cool air-mattress, snuggling up to the few blankets i had and closed my eyes. slowly, the darkness surrounded me and i was left alone.

with the voices of course.

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ehehehehe hate the voices yet? they're gonna get worse

sorry if this is really short i didn't exactly intend it to be, but i do promise they will get longer. this was just an idea of what luke goes through on a daily basis and a bit of backstory

there will be no updating schedule, just so you know. whenever i finish a chapter is when i finish the chapter but i'll try and update frequently!

-wooden fence

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