"I can't feel my face when I'm with you but I love it

I can't feel my face when I'm with you but I love it."

I sang along dancing in my room while applying my makeup. Tonight is Prom and I just started applying my foundation. Let's say that I spent the whole previous night watching makeup tutorials and I'm praying that it will turn out good. 

I haven't seen Luke since lunch. He disappeared to Calum's house and I hope that he never comes back until tomorrow. I continued jamming to The Weeknd, Arctic Monkeys and All Time Low. Quick fact, I showed ATL and so many other bands to Luke and now he goes around pretending that he has the sickest music taste while it's because of me. 

I applied a last touch which is bright red lipstick and I checked my eyeliner. Technically, everything is okay. I slipped in my dress and shoes and took a look at my appearance. My dress fitted me so well which is quite surprising, because my brother tells me that dresses are not for me. I had my blonde hair loosely curled and pinned to the side and amazing earrings that I actually borrowed from my mother. You can tell that I'm a Momma's girl? Nah nah, since I'm friendless, mum is my only solution in stuff like these.

You are probably questioning why I'm going to Prom and I don't have any friends, Hell I don't even have a date. Laughing my ass off. Well, I have this girl in my music class, her name is Stella. She's not technically my friend but we talk a lot in music class and sometimes at lunch. She told that I need to attend Prom, because of how special it is and some other shit. She probably is the only girl that's actually nice to me for who I really am, not so she can talk to my twin bro.

 I grabbed my phone and opened my door. I let out a sigh before going downstairs, my feet were shaking because I feel that I'll look like a complete loser without a date and Luke and his friends will annoy the shit out of me. I really wanna go wash my face, change and sleep, yet I'm excited to see how Prom actually looks like in real life, since I didn't go last year. 

"Ellena! Ellena!" I turned around to see my twin brother jogging down the stairs wearing skinny jeans, a black button-up shirt and a very cool black jacket. His clothes look better than his face to be honest. I raised an eyebrow waiting for him to talk, because I need to get going. 

"What do you want?" 

"Since you're going alone. Drive me to pick up my date, please." He can't be serious. Typical Luke though, when he needs me, he turns into the sweetest person on the motherfucking earth. 

"Ride with one of your friends or are they only available for alcohol and parties?" I chuckled and fixed my dress again in front of the mirror. "Please Ellena, be a good sister once in your life." 

"Ugh Jesus.. Fine Lucas, hurry up." He grinned and we quickly took photos (mum obliged us to take group photos) because my mother has to work tonight in the hospital. I unlocked my dad's car, he's nice enough to let me drive it and we were off to our school.

Check Yes, Juliet by We The Kings was playing and I was singing along quietly. I love this song so much. Luke was silent though, scrolling through his Snapchat feed, I could here so many high-pitched voices. He's stalking girls as usual.

"Please shut up, you're ruining the song." Luke snapped making me frown. Yeah, he can't last more than few minutes being nice. "You shut up, if I didn't accept to drive you, you'll be picking up your date in a taxi." 

"Yeah, that's why I asked you because you're naive as fuck and I can convince you with the silliest argument ever." My eyes widened and I took a quick look at him. I can't believe how ungrateful he is. How are we even related, we really are complete opposite. 

"Go fuck yourself Luke." I spitted and he started laughing holding his stomach in the passenger seat. He's really pissing me off. "Wow sistah, you swear right now. Are you done trying so hard to seem cool?" 

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my eyes were filling with tears. I can't let him win. He already ruined this day since ages. I can't forget when Matthew Hayes wanted to take me to Prom but he made him change his mind. He ruined everything in my life. Every single thing. Siblings are supposed to love each other and care about each other. But, I've never hated someone in my life more than Luke fucking Hemmings, the one that I share every single thing with, starting from my birth date to my bathroom. 

"What the fuck?" I parked the car at the side of the road and glared at him. "Get out!" I yelled pushing him. "You can't be serious!" He panicked looking at me the most frightening look on his face. "I am serious. Get out immediately." I mentioned with my hands sniffing, fighting the tears that are about to roll down my cheek. 

"It's not your fucking car!"

"Dad gave it to me, it's under my responsibility!" 

"Fuck off, you can't let me here!" He argued throwing his hands in the air. I don't fucking care, I wish I can send him to hell right now.

"Next time, try to keep your disgusting mouth shut and be grateful to people, asshole." 

"You look awfully disgusting tonight, by the way." He commented making my blood temperature gets higher than the average degree. I leaned closing the passenger door angrily and started the engine again. I took a deep breath and smacked my hand against the steering wheel. 

"I hate you! I fucking hate your guts!" I yelled feeling my heartbeat quicken and I was all sweaty. I felt gross. That's how every day, he makes me feel. Gross, worthless, weak, fucked up piece of shit. My excitement for this goddamn night vanished at the moment and I really wanted to go back home. Screw my whole life. It won't be better as long as I have Luke Hemmings as my sibling. 

My phone started vibrating signaling that I got a text. I grabbed it quickly to see his name flashed on my screen. 

Fucker : You better go back home because nobody will be able to look at you without throwing up.

But before I could start typing a reply, something rubbed against my door making me throw my phone, turn the steering-wheel to the right slamming the pedal brake with my heeled shoe, and something bumped into hood. Everything happened so fast that I didn't even find few seconds to process what has just happened. 

Light smoke clouded over the windshield and I opened the door quickly running to the side to see what has just happened. My eyes widened and my I felt my heart stop beating for few seconds. A man was laying on the side of the road with a motorcycle upside down next to him. The man was wearing a helmet but apparently he is not moving.

I panicked and crouched next to the apparently passed out man shaking his shoulder. I was sobbing, fear taking over my features. What if I killed him? What if he won't be able to move again? My parents will kill me. 

"Are you okay?" I reached for his helmet taking it off his head to reveal bright green hair, pale skin, brow piercing. He looked around my age or older, I don't really know. "Hey! Wake up please!" I desperately shook him previous times trying to wake him up. I can't believe that I hit someone. I'm so irresponsible, I can't believe how ignorant I am. What was I thinking when I grabbed the phone to see what my bastard of brother said. Who fucking texts and drive? Me of course. The pale boy started winced and groaned a little bit and I saw him holding his leg. 

"My leg, fuck." He cursed with a cracked voice and I ran to my car to call an ambulance. My hands were shaking and I was all drenched in sweat. The whole neighborhood is in the fucking Prom party and there's no one outside to help us. The man in the phone told me that he'll be here in max ten minutes. I cursed and went back to the poor boy that was victim of my irresponsibility. I'm screwed. I just hope that he'll be okay though. 

"Hold on, dude. The ambulance is coming." I patted his shoulder to make sure he's still awake. He can't pass out. "I can't feel my leg, Jesus." He mumbled holding it, I took a glance at his arms and scratches covered his pale skin. "I'm so sorry, oh my God." I pleaded crying my eyes out.

The sirens echoed in the end of the road and few seconds later, they took the pale boy on the wheeled hospital bed and I locked the car hopping in the ambulance with the doctor and the injured man. While the doctor examined his body, I was silently sobbing and shaking in the end of the seat. I could see black residue on my wrist and I knew that my face is a mess. 

Fuck you Luke.

It's always his fault.

They say Prom night is supposed to be one of the best nights of your life, but little did I know that it will actually be one of the worst ones. I'm in an ambulance with half passed out boy that I just hit with my dad's car.