Scars • Luke Hemmings (au)

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Autumn's P.o.v

In the morning when I woke up I immediately realized that Luke wasn't there. I frantically stood up and looked around. Nothing.

I walked over to my bathroom door but realized that it was locked and I could faintly hear the shower running. I breathed out and relaxed.

He's in the shower.

I walked over to my closet and pulled out a simple pair of black, ripped and skinny jeans, a black lace bra and a tight black tank top. I change out of my white sweatpants and black long sleeved shirt which with other words means my pajamas.

As I was just about to pull out my dark red hoodie with white print and letters. The bathroom door opened and out stepped a dressed Luke with his blond hair plastered to his forehead.

"Mornin'." I muttered as I tried to reach the hoodie without actually having to climb into the closet.

Luke whipped around in shock.

"Ooh m-m-my go-god! I-I-I th-thought you w-we-were a-asleep! Y-you sc-scared me." He stuttered while he clutched his chest where his heart is.

I finally reached the hoodie and pulled it out. I looked at Luke and saw him staring at me. He was focusing on one thing in particular; my arms, bare arms.

I huffed and pulled on the hoodie.

"You know it's rude to stare, haven't you got manners?" I told him gruffly.

He didn't look at me in disgust like most people do, nor did he look at me with pity. Instead he looked intrigued; and the words that left him- without stutter- shocked me.

"Please tell me your story."

Luke's P.o.v

"Please tell me your story."

My own words shocked me by their boldness and the none-stuttering made me feel quite proud over myself. I, Luke stutter- as I've been called trough my childhood- Robert Hemmings, had managed to say a whole sentence without stuttering. I'm silently celebrating on the inside.

"What?" Autumn said with a confused look on her face.

"Tell me-- your story." I said slowly. I saw how she elaborated in her mind whether she should tell me or not. She thought for a couple of minutes with furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms. By now I was sure she was going to say no...

But she didn't, she didn't say anything. Instead she reached into her drawer and pulled out a cigarette package. I mimicked her and grabbed my own pack of cigarettes plus my lighter. She gestured for me to follow her, which I did. It was early in the morning, probably 6.30 so no one else was awake yet. The only person who was up were Nina who was sitting on the couch, draped in a fluffy blanket while watching a rerun of FRIENDS. She smiled at us as we walked past her towards the stairs.

"You gonna smoke?" She asked in a hushed voice. Autumn nodded which mad Nina smile at her. "I just got down from there, it was freezing so don't be up there for too long."

"Okey, Nina." Autumn whisper shouted while heading towards the stairs. I silently followed behind her as we made our way through the small corridor towards the stairs. Well out in the fresh air I realized that Nina was right... it was freezing. The sky was dark but if you look closely at the horizon you could see the sun spreading some light on the sky. It was mesmerizing.

Autumn and I sat down against the wall and just sat there and smoked. After about 20 minuter -I had just started on my third cigarette- Autumn decided to speak up.

"You really wanna know, don't ya?" She said while staring straight forward.

My answer was faint but still audible. "Yeah... I do."

She bent her head so she was staring down at her hands. She sighed and made herself ready.

"It all began the year when I was gonna turn 16... And my father took my younger brother and sister- they were twins- and went to the local fair. On their way home my father drove the car into a lake. Turned out he did it on purpose, there were no braking marks; only acceleration marks. He drove the car into the lake drowning himself and my siblings on purpose. Leaving me with a witch for a mother." She silenced and took some heavy breaths. "I was always a daddy's girl, always happy, chirpy; genuinely a good person. So when he died, I didn't know what to do. I started closing of from reality, stole booze from my mother, hid on the attic where all my fathers belongings had been put; pictures, clothes, books... anything that could remind you of him.

I got drunk in that attic, crying, laughing, sobbing at different memories of my dad. I tried to take my life a couple of times. 3 to be exact. The first time I was gonna hang myself in the ceiling fan, but the rope wasn't strong enough. A month later I tried again, this time I took a handful of pills, hoping it would kill me slowly. But my mom found me and called an ambulance. So I was put in the hospital for three weeks. After that my mom sent me to a mental asylum. Thinking I was simply crazy. The didn't find anything seriously wrong with me only that I was suicidal. I was sent into my first rehabilitation center. I was 17 then. 3 months later they said I was clean. A week after I got home I tried to take my life once again.

So I took a kitchen knife and slit met wrists with in hope that it would kill me. Once again it failed and I woke up in a hospital bed. My mom told me that I was no longer to be called her daughter. She sent me into another rehab time after time after time after time and so on... and now I'm here." I now realized I was crying. Her voice was so cold and emotionless. Her face was blank and her eyes showed no feelings at all...

I was in shock. I could never of believe she would've done this. We sat there for what felt like forever before my voice returned to me.

"So... w-when d-did y-y-you st-start c-c-cut-cutting?"

"Right at the beginning."

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A/N: Hiya dudes!! How's going your way??

I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while I've been busy with school, confirmation and my hunting exams. But I promise I'll update as often as I possibly can.

So I got my boyfriend back! Yey!!!

X -Karja

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