Suicide House // Lashton [COMPLETED]

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Read the authors note at the end and fan girl/boy with me because I don't want to be a loner :)

I roamed the dark streets at night. I had never seen this town at night, so I thought "why not today?"

As I was walking I passed a pub called Dickinson and me being the immature little shit I am, laughed.

(A/N also I lied, shit goes on later)

I kept walking and passed a petrol station, where an emo couple were basically frickle frackling on the wall, a really big building which I wasn't sure of what it was and some drunk people.

I sighed and continued walking.

What am I really doing? With everything. All I've done since I got here is stay at home with luke. I don't have a job. I'm not even eating.

The beach was clear in front of me. The water looked like a thick, black chocolate that wouldn't let you swim without being swallowed.

It was a stony beach, which were my least favourite kind. I picked up a rock and threw it into the water. It made a small splash before sinking.

I sighed, again. I sat down and looked outwards. There was a pier, about a mile away. The moon was small and high in the sky, leaving no reflection on the water.

I laid back and closed my eyes, breathing softly. An image flashed into my mind.

A man with a red face, veins popping out of his forehead. His eyes were not the same hazel they used to be. They were simply just a brown. An ordinary shade of brown.

He was shouting. So loud the neighbours could've heard him, if they cared. 

The man was shouting at a small boy curled in the corner of the room.

The boy didn't want to look. He had his knees pulled up to his chest. He couldn't hear a thing. All the shouting, screaming and swearing. It was all silent.

The mans fists were balled. He screamed more curse words before crouching down to the boys height. He shouted two loud words and punched the wall next to the young ones face.

After a few minutes, the boy took his head out of his knees and looked around. The darkness was blinding, consuming him. The silence was deafening. And although he couldn't hear anything, he knew the words cut deep.

He didn't know where the man went, or where his mother went. So he did all he could. He cried until he was sick and tired.

Abruptly I sat up. The image of the boy, still fresh in my mind. Except, now it was like I was watching. I hated it.

The sky was orange, as the sun came up.

I sat up, my back instantly hurt. I shouldn't have slept here. I got up off the beach and started to walk home.

The atmosphere has completely changed. There was no emo couple, just a mother and her two kids. The pub was empty and the supermarket was full.

I continued to walk until I got to my house. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. As always, it was cold.

Everything that happened between Luke and I had been wiped away, as if it never happened.

It made me kind of sad but, what was I expecting? To have a happy relationship with a ghost? A bipolar ghost?

I didn't say anything as I entered. I just slowly walked upstairs.

I walked past the door to the room and went to my own. I laid down in the bed and hoped for a peaceful sleep.

A/N FANGIRLING TIME!! INWAS WATCHING VIDEOS OF JALEX KISSING AND I WAS LIKE "AW THATS SO CUTE" COZ THEIR KISSES ARE SO CUTE ITS LIKE ALEX KISSES JACK AND JACK BLUSHES AND COVERS HIS FACE AND CONTINUES AND ITS SO CUTE. BUT THEN I WATCHED FRERARD KISS (60 mcr fans just cried) AND ITS LIKE GERARD GRABS FRANKS HAIR AND FRANK PULLS HIMSELF ONTO GERARD AND ITS JUST FUCKING HOT AND OH MY GOD JUST UGH IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Well I hope you enjoyed this and sorry for taking so long to update, I just started school again.

Love you all <3