depression (a luke hemmings fan fiction) SLOW UPDATES

The cycle goes round and round

A/n 

GUYS I'M BACK. YOU GUYS. GUYS.

I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH JESUS.

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I sit on the ground of the balcony, not wanting to be seen by anybody.

As much as I like Ash and Jess, I need a day to myself.

Which really isn't that big of a deal, considering that Jess is out having lunch with her parents, and Ash is with the lads.

The summer heat is almost unbearable, and I am squinting through the sunlight.

I decide to go back inside.

I stand up, and look off of the balcony.

My face turns pale.

My skin is white.

My blood freezes.

I start to shake all over.

I had forgotten about them.

It's the fucking assholes who beat the shit out of me.

Who could forget about them?

Five guys. Liam, Zayn, Niall, Louis, and Harry.

I look at their leader, Harry, right in the eyes.

A large grin stretches onto his face.

I run inside the apartment.

I lock all the windows and doors.

I close all the blinds.

I pick up my phone, and call Ashton.

*Hello?*

*Ashton, it's me.*

*Oh, hey Luke, what's up?*

*They're back.*

There's silence for a moment, and then he speaks up,

*Call the police*

*They won't do anything, they didn't last time, remember?*

*....I'll be right there, don't move,*

he says and hangs up.

Hurry Ash.

I hear a knock on the front door.

Chills run down my spine.

I very quietly tip-toe to the peephole, and look through it.

It's them. 

Who the fuck else would it be?

Still looking through the peephole, I stay quiet.

        "Hey, Lukey boy, where are you? We haven't hung out in a while. We started to think you didn't like us anymore," Harry patronizes.

        "We miss you," Liam laughs, and puts his arm around Niall's shoulder.

"Didn't we?" he asks Niall.

Niall just bursts out laughing.

The eldest doy, Louis, just simply says,

        "We know you're there Lucas, we can see the shadow under the door."

I almost throw up.

Harry taps on the peephole.

"Knock-knock," he smiles.

Somehow, I build up enough courage to yell through the door,

"What did I do to deserve this?"

They stop smiling.

No one says anything for a while, and then Louis speaks up again,

"You were fucking born."

"I wish I wasn't," I cry out. "Isn't that enough for you?"

"Not nearly," Louis laughs.

        "He locked the windows," I hear Zayn say.

When did Zayn leave?

What would have happened if I hadn't locked them?

I shutter.

"Hey Zayn, your dad was a police man, right?" Harry asks Zayn.

"20 years, why?" he asks.

"Did he ever teach you anything?" Harry asks again.

Where is he going with this?

"Loads of stuff," Zayn answers.

"Did he ever teach you how to, I don't know, kick in a door?"

They all laugh.

"Sure did, wanna see?" Zayn smiles.

I don't know what was said next.

It is all kind of a blur, Zayn kicking in the door.

I fall to the ground, due to the impact of the punch that Harry supplies.

Then Louis takes a turn, kicking me.

I'm numb to all of this. It's probably the shock.

Each of them take turns, punching and kicking me.

First it's Harry, then Louis, next is Liam, then Niall, and finally, Zayn.

The cycle goes round and round.

First, it gets hard to beathe, due to the sheer number of blows to the chest.

Then, seeing gets tough, everything's sort of black and white.

The pain is actually starting to kick in, and it is horrific.

I start to cry.

I am bearly living.

I am bearly living.

I am almost dead.

I am almost dead.

These relizations hit me harder than the punches.

"Just kill me," is the last thing I say before I lose consciousness.

"Get the fuck off of him," is the last thing I hear.

Then, it's just black.