he had heard that she
was now at a recovery
hospital, where the
people with depression,
anxiety, anorexia, and
much more things were
sent. the place where
as the kids at school said
"the fucked up ones go."
he ran his hands through
his hair as he stared at the
phone that the investigators
had laid out in front of him.
they feared for her life,
so investigators were asking
everybody who she was
involved with questions.
he was the first one to be
brought in.
"how did you figure out
she was afraid of noise?"
the nice lady asked him.
"every time someone
made any noise, she
would flinch, and
sometimes get up and
leave, she could never
make it through an
entire day without
leaving."
the lady nods, furiously
typing away at her
keyboard, the clicks
of the keys keeping
the lump
in his throat from visiting.
"we're communicating
with her through writing,
and she keeps saying she
wants the boy to hold her
again. and at one point
she dared to scream it
out loud."
the lady rests her
chin on her palm.
"now tell me luke,
do you know who the
boy is, or are you the boy?"
the lady raises an eyebrow
at him, and he gulped.
"i think i might be the boy."
he whispered, looking down.
"then you're going to the
recovery center. you
might be the only one that
can help her into recovery,
and possibly prevent her
suicide."
(a/n: all u fans of luke, no this is not a luke hemmings fan fic, I also got an ask fm [heyoeloh])
