As I Kiss Those Scars He Makes More

Muke fanfiction w/ a side of Cashton


1. Introduction

Luke's P.O.V.

"Hey Michael! Come get dinner!" I yelled as I set the pizza box on the coffee table.

"Okay, give me a minute. I'm in the bathroom." he called down to me.

"Okay." I called. He's been in the bathroom a lot recently. I just hope to god the he's not cutting himself again, like he used to do as a teenager.

Michael's P.O.V.

I ran into the bathroom, and locked the door. I grabbed my new best friend out of my drawer. My blade. l made sure that the door was locked before I committed to the idea, once again.

"Ugly," I whispered as I dragged the blade against my skin. I watched the blood pool out of the wound, feeling a little bit of relief after I made that cut.





"Not good enough."

Cut. Cut. Cut.

I looked at my bloody wrist, and washed the blade off, before washing off my arm, while stopping the bleeding. Once my arm stopped bleeding, I put the blade back in it's spot in the drawer, and I was about to wrap my arm up, when Lukey called me for dinner. Luke is the one thing that keeps me going. I could never leave him. I love him too much.

I wrapped up my arm, and went downstairs. I saw Luke sitting down on the couch, waiting for me to sit down, before he started to eat.

"Hey babe," I said as I sat down.

"Hi Mikey," he said, as he kissed me on the lips. I pulled away after a few seconds, and started eating.

My sleeve rolled up a little bit, and reveled my bandage. I didn't notice, until Luke pointed it out to me.

"Michael..." Luke said as he looked down at my arm. "Why's your arm wrapped up?"

"I just hurt it the other day, and this help it."

"I know you're lying. Either tell me what's actually going on, or let me see your arm," Luke said.

"I told you. I hurt it the other day."

"Alright. That's it!" he said, and grabbed my arm.

I tried to pull away, but me fidgeting, made his hand brush over one of the cuts, a little too roughly.

I whimpered, and stopped fighting, obviously not willing to fight, knowing that I'll lose.

He pushed my sleeve up, and unwrapped my bandage. I looked away, not wanting to see the look on his face, when he saw. I heard him gasp, and my arm moved.

I looked over at him, and I saw that he had tears in his eyes.

"Why?" he asked. "Why would you do this to yourself?"

I looked at him, with sad eyes.

"Will you please stop?" he asked. "For me?"

"I can't just stop. It's not that easy. I'm tired of fighting this battle. I can cut if I want to cut."

"Baby, I don't want you to do this anymore."

"I don't want to do it either. It's just not easy to quit. It's not easy to not do it at all."

Luke grabbed my arm, and kissed every one of my cuts. The new ones, the ones that are forming scars, and even the ones from my teenage years. Just like he did everyday, back when we first met.

"Please just tell me next time you cut yourself," he says as he kisses me. "Please?"

"Okay," I nod.

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