Hey guys! Yes I know I have other fics which should be finished, but I was inspired in the middle of the night to write this after reading a really awesome ff.
So I just hope I can keep updating cos it's annoyes me just as it most probably annoyes you lot. And you guys are amazing! 3
He could list a great number of things that made him react; sometimes it was the surprise of being found out, sitting alone in the dark at different hours of the night. But the reason for that rarely changed.
Luke stared blankly at his bedroom ceiling the darkness yet to take him into a deep sleep. His body was tried, his eyes hot and heavy. His brain just wanted to switch off.
Yet whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was their faces. The smirks, the laughter as pain shot through his body.
It seemed like every day he would glance at his calendar to see the Anniversary getting closer and closer. Luke slowly got out of bed, his insomnia was nothing new to him, each passing day his family would notice him looking a little more distant, or seeing his eyes widen so much he looked like a deer caught in headlights if anyone came to close.
He sat outside trying to find something to comfort him, even though it was warm yet his body trembled and a chill ran up his spine.
"Luke sweetheart, what are you doing out here?" he heard the tired voice of his mother, he knew it was late or in his case, early for him, late for her. When he heard her voice, his heart squeezed almost painfully at the shock at being discovered once again sitting alone in the dark. "I...couldn't sleep."
His reason for being outside never changed, he had learnt a long time ago that lying never helped, so he was honest even if it was to the point of being vague. And as always Lily never pried she usually left but tonight was different. She wrapped her gown tighter around her body and knelt in front of him. It was the combined forces of her kneeling slowly and almost cautiously, which stopped Luke from flinching. Just as slowly she placed her hands on top of Luke's clenched ones, for the first time in a while he didn't flinch at the physical contact.
"Are you still having dreams?" her fingers curled around his icy digits as if she was trying to warm them. "Mom I don't want to talk about it." He pulled out of the contact. "Nothing good ever comes out of it; I don't want people's pity and defiantly don't want anyone's sympathy." The words always sounded the same and the meaning behind them never changed. Yet Lily could not but hope that one day her son would open up to her about what was going on in his head that made him almost seem like he was trapped.
His mother had become used to his attitude, she had tried to get him to speak to professionals but Luke had refused. Maybe it was the thought of retelling his story, or having to relive the feelings to a complete stranger.
Ever since the attack on her son, he had never spoken about it and whenever it was brought up, she always got the feeling as if it watching her son become more and more trapped and locked up in his own mind.
Even months into his recovery, he still refused to take any medication or drugs that would help in theory to sleep she had been told by numerous doctors that maybe it was the fear of being trapped with those memories.
If sleep did eventually came around she was kept up half the night hearing his cries of pain, it always brought back memories of being in the hospital waiting room when he had been found. There was so much blood, underneath it all she barely recognised her son. She had never felt so helpless and the feeling stayed refusing to budge.