"I had met Luke shortly after you two had confessed" the smell of his cigarette was becoming faint as the stick in between his fingers slowly began to shorten "We needed research for this stuff, we were middle aged men stuck in a lab finding a cure for depression for gods sake"

I sit still reminding myself not to care, not to realize the wrongs he has done, to build walls up before he comes and knocks them back down again.

"Lover boy was different, the way he acted towards you was different when he was with others" he swallowed hard as he looked toward the floor for a long period of time before speaking up with a small smile on his face "but 'maybe' we thought 'maybe lover boy was depressed too' we had endless notes about him, as if he were a new case to study"

Michael gave me the look, the look he'd give when he had always felt pity on me. He thinks it was something to show me his sadness for me, but his dulling green eyes beg to differ the amount of pity he is soon giving me, I pretend to not see as I look straight passed him.

Michael means nothing.

He is no longer anyone to you.

Dean chuckled softly as he began to remember all those things about him "he dressed in black from head to toe, he wore bracelets all the time, he had the same monotone voice around everyone else but you"

Someone quickly comes in, I snap my head toward the direction of the exit, thoughts running through my mind if I should take a run for it, but the door immediately shuts completely as the middle aged woman hands Dean a glass of wine as well as the bottle itself, he puts the cigarette onto the floor after he tells the woman to leave, putting the bottle of wine beside the leg of his chair before taking a large gulp.

My eyes lower at the sight of him, was he really taking a drink as I'm hanging onto my dear life? Was he mocking me? I should be mocking him!

"But then we realized that Luke Hemmings was never depressed but was just going through the normal teenage emo phase." he licked his lips before handing a glass over to Michael who filled his glass up with some wine as well.

Were they really fucking doing this?

The anger inside me boils, I'm angry -no -furious of the fact that they think it's just okay to drink in front of someone they have used in their own game?

"We realized that day that maybe the cure for depression is just someone to hold onto, a significant other to lean on, he was your cure as you were his disease Bells"

My head starts pounding with pain as a sudden headache comes around, a squeal comes out from my mouth as I take my hands to rub the sides of my head from it hurting so much.

The two don't question as Dean raises his eyebrow at me, the pain of this head ache stings as I can't look so straight but audible to hear everything going on

"But like people, love has breaking points, we needed to know exactly pinpoints the true pain and break of love." my head was spinning, the throbbing pain of my head and chest was killing me

"Drink it" I hear Michael's voice in front of me as I can practically smell his scent, something I grew to love and I to warm up to, but after tonight I guess I'm forgetting everything behind "you haven't ate or drank anything today, here" he puts the glass of wine in my hands as I just take the sweet beverage down my throat.

It's not like vodka, where it would give you a burning yet satisfying taste, I sip the red liquid once again hoping to try to relieve the pain.

"We couldn't get Luke to agree to our plan, he played the biggest role in all this, we offered money, cars, anything to get him to emotionally hurt you" My heart sunk, Luke had always shown his true self, he never let anyone stand in his was of something he truly believed he needed. His eyes remained closed as he sighed, his voice stiff at first but kept talking "We were furious with Lucas, nothing we had interested him."

People drink apple juice for the taste, unlike vodka, that's when you drink it to wash away and forget for a little while.

"We threatened him..he didn't budge." he paused for a long quiet moment, Michael fidgeted, his hands deepening in his pants pockets.

Luke was never the one to ever care what other people had thought about him, yes he was an asshole, but he had that side to him no one ever saw. When I first met Luke, his eyes were sharp, they were bluer than oceans; something I'd probably drown in with just the quick glance. But over time the oceans in his eyes died down remaking a calming river then it snapped. His eyes turned full and fray like mine, as if you can see every broken part in his eyes. I never knew how much Luke had suffered.

"Then we threatened him with you."

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This is rlly short and it's been like 8 years but please comment and vote in losing every1 omgz

And next chapter are flashbacks!!

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