Insomnia - luke hemmings

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L U K E

As usual the house it dark and cold. Summer looks around as if not remembering the place. I hear my mom in the living room. "Let's leave our stuff here, we can come back for it after we say hi to my mom." Summer agrees and we walk quietly into the living room.

Mom sat there laughing at a commercial. "Mom." I grab her attention softly. You can't be loud around her or she'll freak out.

"Oh Lukey!" She cheers and stand up. "I've missed you so much, you should've seen my cartoons this morning they were hilarious." Her smile is wide and I know she hasn't left that couch since I spent the night at Summers. This also means she has t taken her medication.

"Yeah," I look over at Summer and nod her to follow me. We go to the kitchen and my girl doesn't say anything. She watches me grab a glass of water and the different pills. We walk them back over to my mom. "Take them."

Mom frowns and swats my hand away causing the pills to fall around the floor. "No! I will not take those, they make me feel different." She's being stubborn.

"There helping you mom." I look down and notice Summer on her hands and knees scavenging for the missing pills. "It's okay." I help her up and hold her by my side.

"Who the hell is this Lukey?" Mom tilts her head to the side a bit alarmed with the new person.

Before I can jump in, Summer introduces herself. "It's nice to meet you." She gives her the smile that she puts on at school. Is Summer acting? I wonder if she knows that I'm seeing it. The fake toothy grin, it hurts. I'd rather her stare at mom how most people do, concerned.

"You're my boys girlfriend."

With a sudden change in mood I roll my eyes and snap. "Yes. Please take your pills, we'll be in my room." I grab Summers wrist and drag her behind me to our things. I'm mad at her for putting on the act and Im mad at mom for being so selfless. The medicine isn't about her, it's about me having a fucking sane parent like most seventeen year olds.

Summer sits at my desk, noticing my sudden mood. "Why'd you put on an act in front of her?" I scowl at the girl like she's a child. Technically we both are, making the shitiest decisions and all.

"It's a habit." She shrugs as if it's no big deal.

"Well it hurt. You don't have to tip toe around her cause she's fucking crazy." I spit. And this isn't really towards her. All this anger is just pent up on me and it's being released uncontrollably.

"Luke, I'm sorry." She looks lost at this. Not knowing what to do, I can see the conflict in her eyes.

"Summer, shit I know you are. Your always sorry for shit that isn't even your fault. Why aren't you yelling back, you were being a good human." It's like I'm arguing with myself, I'm not making sense.

"Do you want me to leave you alone for a bit Luke. I can go on a walk and how about you just text me when your cooled down." She shrugs standing up. "Sorry for trying to make a good impression."

She leaves and I'm left alone to these walls. The ghost of Summers smell lingers in the air and I feel bad. I feel bad because I lashed out on her but also because she's with me. I'm a piece of shit compared to the girl. Yes, she's gone through shit but she's nice. She still smiles and knows how to have a good time.

I run a hand through my hair and dig underneath my bed for a bag of weed. I find it and grab a Swisher, rolling a perfect blunt and smoking the stress away. All away.