broken home ❁ luke hemmings [DISCONTINUED]

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*recap*

I walked into the bathroom...

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I walked into the bathroom and  searched for my blade.

I thought I wouldn't do this again but here I am.

I found my blade and picked up. I started at it for a while. I looked at the fluorescent light glistening off of it.

I slowly slid it across the canvas of my wrist and watch as the red liquid I became familiar with ooze down off of the side of my wrist and drip on the white tile of the sink.

I kept slicing and slicing my wrist until I felt no more pain and blood was everywhere. I saw black dots start to cover my vision.

I reached out and grabbed the counter but missed and fell onto the floor.

My vision clouded even more.

I lied on the tile bathroom floor in my own puddle of blood surrounding me.

I cried and cried.

I felt useless. Why do I even try anymore? Why am I still even here?

I heard the door handle to the bathroom jiggle, then it opened and a boy walked in. I made out the boy to be..... Luke? He gasped loudly and looked at me in horror.

"Why, Kiara? Why would you do this?!" Luke picked me up bridal style

I got a major feeling of dejavu.

"Michael, help!" He shouted while running down the stairs, me in his arms.

Michael was standing near the door and when he saw me, his face went pale. "U-uhm let's go to the hospital..!"

"No shit Sherlock." Luke huffed.

He ran out the door, Luke and I following, and hopped into the car. Luke set me in the backseat and put nt head on his lap while whispering sweet nothings to me as Michael drove.

"It's going to be okay. Don't worry, we're gonna get to the hospital soon, you'll be okay." Luke whispered.

I looked up and him and asked, "Why?"

"Why what?" He questioned, obviously confused.

"Why did you come to my house? Why didn't you just leave me there? Why?" I began to cry. I just wanted to die.

"Because you're so much worth for. You don't deserve to die. No matter how upset you are, you just have to wait for things to get better. They will get better. You can't eliminate the chances of you being happy again." Luke slightly smiled, sadness evident in his eyes even though his face shows happiness.

His eyes were not the radiant blue they usually are. They were more of a dull grey. They were also red and puffy from crying I guess. I never noticed he was crying. I didn't take the time to notice the tears streaming down his face.

I looked down at my bloody wrists and I noticed how much blood there was, there was even blood on Luke's short and pants.

"I'm sorry." I said to him.

"For what?"

"Getting blood on your shirt and pants." I replied dully.

"No, no. Babe, don't apologize, it's completely okay." He rushed out with a genuine smile.

I went to reply, but I got lightheaded and the black dots appeared. I closed my eyes and opened them again, but more blackness appeared and I found myself slipping into the darkness surrounding me.

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My eyes snapped opened and I winced at the bright light.

Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I recognised that I was in fact in a hospital bed.

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