Suicide House // Lashton [COMPLETED]

6

Slowly I walked up the stairs, feeling like I would vomit any second.

I wasn't quite sure which I was scared of most: Luke himself, Myself or both. I think it was both. The fear of what I could do to myself, and what he could do back to me.

I went to my bedroom and Laid in my bed. I was left alone with my thoughts.

What would happen once I die? Will I end up like him? Why did I become depressed? What if motorbikes didn't exist? Would Mitch Lucker still be alive?

I sighed and closed my eyes, my head pounding in my skull. My eyes felt frozen. In pain.

I wonder what Lauren and Harry are doing. What's mum doing?

I thought about calling them, but I sick twist was in my stomach and I felt that if I stood up I would throw up. I groaned loudly and opened out my arms. Squeezing my eyes shut I tried to get rid of the pain.

Nothing worked. No one to help me. Apart from Luke. The boy just tried to kill me, but he did turn back to Luke? I didn't understand what was wrong with him.

At one point he was trying to kill me, and then he felt pity for me.

I groaned again, unintentionally. But the words "Luke" coming out of my mouth as I did.

I didn't expect anything to come from that, but he appeared in my doorway. I flinched as he did, but I saw that he was the boy.

"Help." Is all I wheezed before he left.

I rolled my head the the side, pain shooting throughout me. Why was this happening?

I jumped when Luke appeared again, making my head jerk and throb in pain. I gasped at the sudden change.

He quickly rushed to my side, lifting my top up and placing a hot water bottle. I sighed with pleasure at its soothing.

He then placed a cold, wet flannel on my forehead. I closed my eyes.

"Do it," he whispered "do it now. No! Leave me alone! You are fucking weak, couldn't even save your own family. Pathetic. Their deaths weren't my fault. I couldn't save them."

Luke was talking to himself, but what scared me most was the two voices I heard, like he was talking to a completely different person. I opened my eyes, to see he was gone.

A/N WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIIING OOOOOOOON