A Little Death ; 5sos

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Luke sweated down the sidewalk. He could feel the stains of perspiration starting to form on his gray shirt, and his black skinny jeans were just adding to the heat. The sun was shining directly onto his pale face, forcing the blonde boy to squint.

It was just after twelve in the afternoon, which meant he was already four hours late for school. He had accidentally slept in this morning because he had had a rough night before... let's just say that he's not very content with his life at the moment. One thing you must understand about Luke is that he is a deeply unhappy person.

Luckily, he only lived a couple blocks down the road from the school, which meant he wouldn't have to withstand the heat for too long and end up being anymore late than he already was.

He contemplated not going to school at all, but he had a French test after lunch that he couldn't miss. It counted for a big portion of his grade and he has already turned in a lot of his assignments late, so he couldn't afford failing this test.

He didn't want to go to school because of the fact that everyone there hates him. Well, the students at least. The teachers don't really care at all.

It was his second year in high school and so far, throughout his school career, only one teacher has cared about him. But that was in second grade and teachers are plain lazy nowadays. The only thing they do is pass out worksheets and hand out tests. Speaking of tests, he really should be getting to school.

The large, metallic, cafeteria door slammed shut behind him, sounding as if it hadn't been greased in years (which it probably hadn't been). Luke's presence was obviously felt by the hateful people that filled up the cafeteria because they all stopped their conversations and turned to glare at him.

Because of the call-backs?! I can't have people staring at me, I really can't.

Only he would be thinking of High School Musical in a situation like this.

With his black Converse leaving a trail of mud behind him and his head hung low, he trudged to his lonely corner of the room where no one would dare to talk to him.

The only reason he even sits in the cafeteria is because the last time he stayed in the hallway during his lunch period, the hall monitors gave him a slip for "roaming the halls" and "disturbing other classes". But he knew the truth was that they didn't like him. They just wanted to get him in trouble.

Luke was too busy silently cursing the hall monitors to notice Alyssa, a.k.a. Queen Bee, and her boyfriend, whose name Luke didn't care about at the moment, walking towards him.

Alyssa may be one of his bullies, but, honestly, she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. He has had a crush on her ever since elementary school.

"Hey, Lukifer, my girl needs you to do her Spanish homework for her, 'kay?"

She has a name, he thought to himself after an emphasis was put on the words "my girl".

There was an awkward pause because Luke didn't know how to respond; if he told them that he didn't take Spanish, then he would get beaten up; but if he did her homework for her and she failed, then he would still get beaten up. Do you think Google translate would work? Nah, it always translates into gibberish.

He sat there for a while staring at Alyssa. Her brown, curly hair falling right past her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes piercing everyone and everything she looked at, as if she could see into their souls and count their sins. Her skin was flawless and glowed even in the horrible lighting of the school lunchroom. Her lips were so red that a rose, fresh in spring, would be ashamed that it wouldn't be able to achieve that color. She was wearing a sky blue shirt that was tucked into a floral skirt. All in all, she was beautiful.

Luke then turned to look at her tall boyfriend. Yes, he was tall, but not as tall as Luke. He had dark hair that was almost black, and brown eyes that were dark, but still a little bit lighter then Alyssa's black holes. He was wearing black skinny jeans like Luke, but had a couple of tattoos scattered across his body and was wearing a shirt with the school's soccer logo on it.

"Cat got your tongue?" the muscular jock teased.

"Umm, I would do it for her...but um...I don't take Spanish...I'm taking French..." Luke somehow managed to stutter out.

"Whatever, I already knew you were worthless anyway. I'm pretty sure everyone here knows that."

Ouch. Ok then.

This hurt him more than it should've. Luke already has a bad home life, so it sucks when he goes to school and the abuse continues.

His parents didn't care about him (they've forgotten his birthday six consecutive years), and his brothers went off to college halfway around the world. He was all alone. Believe it or not, the bullying didn't help at all. Note the sarcasm.

"He can't even speak, look how stupid he is," the bully chuckled out.

"Babe, I told you he couldn't do my homework. He's such a fucking idiot," his girlfriend added to the torment.

By this time, the cafeteria was listening in on their "bashing Lucas" session. Some even began to join. This is exactly what he didn't want happening. He just wanted to take his test and get home unnoticed by anyone.

"I heard his family left him because he was too weird for them!" some random guy yelled out.

What is that even supposed to mean?

"Fag."

Then why do I have a crush on your girlfriend?

"Why don't you just kill yourself?"

Alyssa.

Why would she say that?

That comment hit hard. Luke was a really sensitive guy, so he could help but think about Alyssa's question. Why didn't he? It's what everyone wanted. His family wouldn't be able to ignore him anymore. They wouldn't even notice. No one would have to see him again. No one could mess with him again. He wouldn't hate himself anymore. Everything would just be gone. Right?

People were still laughing and shouting insults at him as he rushed out of the cafeteria, leaving all of his belongings. It's not like he'll need them anymore. He's had these thoughts plenty of times. He was just a nonentity to everyone.

He didn't belong.

It took less time than usual to get back to his house. He didn't pay attention to the clouds in the sky, the birds in the trees, or the dead worms on the sidewalk; he had only one thought in his mind, and that was to leave this cruel world forever.

You could say one nice word to someone and they wouldn't believe you; they would just brush it off and forget it. But one bad word or mean comment, and they will remember that for a very long time, if not forever.

This is how Luke felt: Everything throughout the years has finally broken him. His parents, his brothers, school, bullies... they've all fallen on top of him like a thousand pound weight, and there was only one possible escape.

Not even bothering to close the front door, he travelled up the stairs. After tripping over a couple of steps, he sprinted to the bathroom and grabbed as many different kinds of medication bottles he could find.

This was it.

No going back.

He was just another social casualty.

Sluggishly, he moved from the bathroom and onto his bed to await his kismet. Everything was slightly blurry and disoriented. At this rate, he wouldn't survive. That's the way he wanted it to be. No regrets.

In testament to the power of fatigue,

Luke faded into dark.

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a/n welcome to a little death

this story is purposefully a little hazy and dark

let me know if you get confused

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