The story of us

The story of us: One

The delirium of oblivion is what pushed me too far this time, I'm actually surprised they managed to save me as this was the seventh time I'd tried to take my own life. "Luke. I'm sorry just" I burst out in tears as a tall, blonde dolorous looking figure appeared at the what once was monotonous hospital room; which was now filled with old photos of me and luke and posters of blink182 & all time low. 'Eesia?!' He screamed as his cold, sea-like teal eyes locked on me. He had been crying, but not the usual sad tears, these tears were filled with anger and self-hatred. The only way I could tell was the fact that his fists were as purple as the bruises which were shaped all down my legs and spine. As be stepped closer, I could tell that he hadn't slept in days. His long arms embraced my whole body as he reached for me, he put his hands on my spine which sent floods of pain all up back and under my shoulder blades. He could tell as he jerked away to the angle he could whisper softly in my ear. 'i'm so sorry Ees, I should have knew something was up. I should have know. How can I call myself your best friend and not have known something was up. Man I'm such a dick.' 'Hey. This is my fault not yours. I'm so sorry.' I whispered back. The thing is with me and Luke is we've been friends since we could walk as our parents were next door neighbours and coincidently best friends, so we'd always been close. Especially in the past few years after our parents went on a cruise together and the ship sunk and they both died. After then we moved in together because neither of us could cope with the nightmares of the past.