seventy two hours :: lrh

zero

it was four in the morning and the whole apartment building was silent; not a single soul could be heard moving.

luke was sat on the bathroom floor, the once pristine white tiles were now covered in spurts of red thick blood.

he looked at his wrist, covered in blood as well, pouring a little amount of water from the bath tub behind him, and saw the dull numbers scraped into his pale skin.

1:27:45

he had exactly one hour, twenty-seven minutes, and forty five seconds left before his existence in the world will only be a memory to those of whom remembered him.

luke laughed way too loud, and eventually it turned into a quiet sob; he was clapping his hands vigorously, the sound of skin bumping to skin echoing in the small room.

he stood up, deciding to leave the bathroom for it reeked of blood and pain and suffering, and stumbled towards the kitchen; his ocean blue eyes turning to a shade darker once they landed on the cupboard with a shiny knife on top lying on one of the islands.

he laughed once more, reaching for the knife, when a loud knock from the door interrupted him.

"lukey?" he heard his mother's voice, which immediately put a smile on his bloody smeared face. he knew it was his mother for she was the only one who called him and could ever call him that. putting the knife down, he went towards the door.

"yes mummy!" he giggled, opening the door; instead of seeing the creases on his mummy's face, he saw the messy sheets of his bed spurred on the carpet floor instead, with some dirty clothes scattered everywhere. "where's mummy?"

"lukey?" luke heard once more, but because of the state he was currently in, he could not fathom where the voice was coming from, but he was determined to find it; he wanted to see his mother, to wrap his big, buff arms around her frame, and tell her how much he loved her.

so, he opened every door in his apartment, the bathroom door, the storage room's door, the other bedroom door, and lastly, the front door.

he was so excited to see his mother that he found himself jumping up and down, constantly hitting his head on the ceiling.

"yay!" he exclaimed, twisting the knob of the front door open, revealing nothing but the wind hitting his face.

"mum?" he tilted his head outside, looking from left to right in hopes of seeing his mother. no one was there, aside from mr. williams, who was his neighbor in what seemed forever.

"hemmings?" mr. williams raised his right hand to get luke's attention, and so he did. "are you alright, son? looking for aspyn again?"

"aspyn?" luke scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "who's aspyn?"

"your girlfriend," mr. williams stated bluntly, getting used to luke go out every now and then to check if his girlfriend ever came back. "anyway, i haven't seen her since the day she left. do you want me to keep you company to make you feel rather less lonely?"

"no, no, no," luke covered his ears with his hands, as if hearing the name aspyn was like a bottle of strong liquor that when he drank from, he would surely be intoxicated and die. "please, just let me be. i don't want to hurt you."

"you're not going to hurt me, luke," mr. williams slowly walked towards him, and he was starting to feel angrier every second. "you won't be able to do that. you're such a good boy!"

"no, you - you don't understand," luke managed to mutter the words, grappling the sides of the door frame to steady himself. "anyone that gets close to me gets hurt, but i don't want them to get hurt. in the end, i'm the one who ends up leaving to make it okay."