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Polly~Nirvana

Luke's POV

I feel like shit.

There's no other way to put it.

I feel like absolute shit.

I may be famous and happy for the cameras, but as soon as I'm alone, everything comes out.

I yell.

I scream.

I whisper everything that's wrong with me.

I punch myself.

I cut myself.

I hate myself.

I inject the warm drugs into my arms.

Only so I can't feel it when I kill myself.

But everything felt better when I started texting Elli.

Her smile.

Her laugh.

Her humor.

Her.

Everything about her.

Her eye's.

Her nose.

Her lips.

Every single thing about her.

Every single thing about Elli.

Every single thing about the girl I fell for.

I shouldn't have told her anything.

I knew she didn't like me.

No one does.

My family hates me.

My friends only like me cause I'm famous.

My band mates only like me because I got them here.

My hookups only fuck me cause of the attention they get after the paps release the pictures they took.

I've never been in an actual relationship.

I've only been used.

I've never truly been loved before.

Love.

Love is impossible.

Only for me, of course.

I'm unlovable.

But then there's Elli.

The girl who lead me on and used me.

Just like the rest.

But that doesn't change the fact that I like her.

I like her a lot.

I don't like anyone,

But Elli.

Elli is different.

My Elli.

My one and only, Elli.

I need you.

I need my Elli.

But it's time to say goodbye to my sick excuse of a life.

No more hiding behind long sleeves and sunglasses to cover the cuts and bloodshot eyes.

It's time for me to go.

It's time for me to leave everything.

It's time to tell her good bye.

Luke: Goodbye, my love. I'll miss you. Nothing comes after this but I want you to know that I love you. Your name will always be stitched into my heart so that it stays together after it stops beating. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

It's time to start cutting till I can taste the blood.

It's time to carve her name into my worthless body.

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