One by one || 5sos

0.7 || b r o k e n p i e c e s

7:32

Serena muttered a goodbye to her parents as she saw them leave through her window, she had this tendency to wish them a safe journey wherever they went. But it was always said in silence, she never dared to look them in the eye and say goodbye.

Her cold hands were wrapped around a mug and the steam coming off the coffee warmed her senses, it seemed to ease her as she pushed her worries further down.

Perched upon her windowsill she saw the car roll out of the driveway and she moved her focus to a child struggling to keep up with her fathers, the little girl was clothed in several layers, practically to the point where she looked like a marshmallow.

Serena let a small smile escape her lips as she continued to look at the kid who ran after her parents, she felt a warm feeling in her stomach, but it was a feeling which was rare.

The feeling which she had lacked throughout these dark months, not because she wasn't given it. In fact she was showered with it. But she never accepted it.
For accepting it always meant that he would come back.

It was love. The feeling she missed was love.

7:41

A knock sounded on the door and the porcelain tea cup found its way to the ground, precious pieces of it littered at her feet.

"Shit," she mumbled as she bent down to pick up the cup, or what was left of it, she knew she couldn't fix it but she tried anyway.

She sat cross legged on the dusty ground and tried fusing the broken pieces together with nothing but her hands, she didn't bother reaching for glue, she wanted to do it on her own.

But the silly girl knew that it took two to fix something, someone.

The knocking on the door intensified and with it came soft pleads, soft murmurs.

7:52

Her hair fell in front of her face as her eyes became blurry and clouded with tears and desperation.

It wasn't working. The broken pieces were not fixing themselves.

She smashed the pieces together until all she saw was blood, which seeped out of her fingers and covered the broken handle and her clothes. But the blood never stopped her, she kept going, only her desperation was growing increasingly and she was angry and she was upset and she was broken.

"Serena-"

She looked up to be met with blonde locks and blue eyes.

Luke looked around the room and bent down onto the floor so he was at eye-level with the girl sitting cross legged on the blood stained floor.

"Serena what happened to you," he mumbled, running the back of his hand tenderly down the side of her face.

She spoke after a few seconds, her voice sounding weak and vulnerable, "Accident."

Luke saw the broken cup and all the blood, he sighed and picked her up carefully, with one hand beneath her head and the other underneath her knees, just how he always used to.

He kicked open the door to the bathroom and placed her inside the bath tub, he turned on the warm water and planted a kiss on her forehead, "Wait here," he spoke softly and heaved himself up.

8:01

She sat in the bath and for a split second she found a sense of calamity in the way the trees beyond the window swayed to and fro, the way the sky painted a deep violet amongst the burning sun and how the scenery bestowed a sense of liveliness in her. But that was for a split second.

She ended up screaming and she could feel herself drowning in the barely half filled tub and she saw blood all around her.

Luke came running through the house and grabbed her by the shoulders, but she wasn't here, she was there. She was back with Daniel.

"Baby come on you know you've always wanted me," he cracked a grin as he let the gun run down the side of her face, the side which wasn't caked with splattered blood or held the remains of dried tears. "You know you've never wanted Luke."

She laughed, hysterically she managed to fall into a fitful burst of laughter, finding the situation she was in so stupidly humorous. "I've always known you were an arse," she paused to shake her head and let another scoff pass through her lips, "but you were never Luke, you never will be."

Daniel got up from his chair and left the room, only putting his head back in for another friendly reminder, "He's a dead man walking Douglas."

8:06

She stared at the white wall, her pupils didn't dare to move, they were trained on the yellowing rising damp, taking over what once was a beautifully polished, clean, crisp white wall, but it was taken over by a disease, consumed the beauty and let the remains rot away. "Daniels coming for you, for me, for everyone," the only movement that was seen from her were her lips, slowing moving to create a muttering sound.

And Luke, his eyes widened, his jaw clenched and his heart inched it's way up his throat. "Don't talk about him-"

She was still facing the wall, as though an alien force had been awoken in her, her eyes gave it all away, after all they were the windows to her dark, heavy, aching soul, you could tell she was tired, weary, and all things dreary. But whatever was forcing it's way up and out of her contstricting lips she let fall.

"The water will be stained, your friends won't come out to play, your ties will break, the organ will be played, plates will be smashed, the sky will turn grey and gods name will be used in vain but there's only one to blame." Serena turned her head slowly to meet Luke's eyes, filled with tears and now red.

Luke's hands ran angrily through his hair, tugging at it and pulling it mindlessly, "Serena damn it just stop talking!" He screamed.

"I only told you his warnings, he said it to me when they took him away." And with that she got up from the bloody water and walked to her room leaving behind a trail of red.

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what a gr8 way to kick off 2016