on the other side • muke

f o u r.

dedication: gayboyharry cause your comments are really funny and i'm secretly in love with your story skype

oh yeah, i'm not tired so here we go

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someone is at the door

i quickly jumped up from the air-mattress (that i should really blow up) and headed for the door. the voices where never wrong. i swung the door open to be greeted with calum, wearing a baby blue rain coat and matching boots.

"hi!" i squeaked. "nice raincoat"

it makes him look stupid

"thanks, can i come in?"

i nodded and calum stepped inside, taking off his raincoat and i honestly didn't have any place to put it so the floor would have to do. he left his shoes by the door and cleared his throat.

"so, i wanted to talk to you about your neighbor." calum started off quietly, i nodded and lead him to the living room where we sat on the couch opposite of each other.

say you have something to do, your neighbor is trouble, we don't need him luke

"okay, what about them?" i asked curiously, ignoring the voices that were now raging inside my head. i felt light headed but ignored it.

"well for one, it's him, and he's trouble. has he done anything suspicious?"

"no, i've never met the guy." i said honestly, because really, i didn't want to.

at least the voices didn't want me to.

"oh, have you seen anything of him then? even his front yard? i know you know about the fence, obviously." he said motioning to the nine foot structure outside my house. "i watched you look through the hole that was there."

"how do you know about the hole?"

"i used to live here. i made that hole."

that's enough

"so what's so bad about him anyways?" i asked curiously, bring my knees up to my chest so i was hugging them. i sat in a pair of grey sweat pants and a black tee shirt, my hair probably a mess but that didn't matter to me.

"well when he first moved here, he uh, didn't talk to anyone." calum started, I nodded for him to continue. "he would always use his phone to talk to people so i assume he was mute.

but then after a while he shut everyone out, and spent maybe around a year building that fence. we weren't friends and i didn't know his name because he never told anyone except the guy who sold him the house. but he's dead now. car crash, but that's not important."

none of this is make him stop

"c-can we continue this later? i feel light headed." i said bring a hand up to the back of my hand thinking it would stop the headache.

"yeah sure, i'll come around tomorrow." calum smiled and i nodded. "do you need anything? you look like you're about to pass out."

i shook my head no and calum smiled and left. as soon as the door closed the headache stopped.

finally, it's just me and you

why did you do that?

because i don't trust him, and you know i'm always right when it comes to judgement

oh, okay

i got up off the couch and stretched, scrunching my face up as i yawned and headed towards the kitchen. as i waited for my coffee my thoughts started to process what calum had said to me.

how could he be trouble? he doesn't talk, and he built a fence around his house for a year straight. the only word that struck me was crazy, but normal.

as the rest of the day went on i got frustrated. which meant the voices where back to help.

more frustrated then usual huh? smoke, it'll help luke, we promise

i shook my head no. even though i was frustrated i just wanted to sleep. the only thing keeping me from doing it was that the voices didn't want to.

come on, just one hit and you'll be back on your feet. you know what that dreaming stuff does to you

i sighed, and that night, i had finished the entire pack off. i giggled as i stumbled around in my room, blushing at what the voices said to me. being high had become something i liked doing. not because i was addicted to it or anything, but because this is when the voices seemed to be nice.

they would compliment me, tell me i was perfect but it never seemed to last as much as i would have liked it to. the next morning they were back, telling me what to do and what not to think.

i hated it.

but it's not like i could control it.

i walked around through my house deciding whether or not i should invite calum over. he did say he would come around but never told me when.

my thoughts were snatched up as someone knocked on the door.

you're sick, luke

i opened the front door to be greeted with ashton instead of calum.

oh god, not the elf again. give him a santa hat with a little bell at the end of it

"calum sent me over to finish the rest of the story, he had to go to work today." ashton smiled. i nodded and let him in.

"do you want anything?" i asked, he shook his head no and we both sat on the couch at opposite ends.

give him some cookies and a toy to fix

"so...where did calum leave off?" ashton asked.

"he told me how he didn't know his name and when he started building the fence and all that." i said, trying my best to ignore the voices. the headache started to kick in again as ashton started.

"right well, this is my point of view now." he told me. i nodded, my mouth not being able to form words. "i went on top of the roof one day because me and calum had a fight, and well, he was there. i could see him over the fence sitting on his front lawn. he had what seemed like pink hair at the time and he was just sitting there, writing on a notebook. occasionally ripping out pieces of paper, when he got frustrated."

make. him. stop.

i groaned and ashton got quickly got up and went by my side. i squeezed my eyes shut as the voices got louder.

"luke can you hear me?"

ashton snapped his fingers in front of my face but i clutched the back of my head, breathing heavily as a few words slipped out.

"f-fine. l-leave."

"not until you tell me you're okay."

"i'm fine!"

ashton jumped back a little when i snapped at him. "i'm sorry just-please leave." i whimpered. i rocked back and forth slowly, clutching my head as tears streamed down my cheeks.

but that's it.

that's when i heard nothing.

i slowly moved my hands away and looked up at ashton who looked concerned. he nodded and left after that.

i slowly got up, going to the kitchen and grabbing myself a glass of water. i downed it almost immediately and leaned against the counter.

there was just silence.

a slight smile started to form on my face before it fell and the glass dropped out of my hand and shattered across the tile.

still here luke