Michael

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by o1hsng

by o1hsng

There was no letter today, so I went to check on Luke.

I heard sniffling.

He was under his sheets.

His body was shaking.

I rushed over and pulled the sheets off him.

He had his phone in one hand, clutching tightly.

A tweet in all caps on his phone screen.

"@***_**** #LukeHemmingsMustDie LUKE IS A FRAUD. GO TO HELL."

I snatched his phone away and took his hands in mine.

"I thought we established this yesterday that you would ignore the hate. You're perfect Lukey, please don't let them break you." I pleaded.

He nodded, slowly standing up.

"I'm going to go have a drink of water. Goodnight Michael." He mumbled.

As he walked out, I glanced at his wrist.

About 5 to 10 extra wristbands and bracelets had been added to both wrists...

But why??