loner. calum hood. ✔️

thirteen.

thirteen.

she left the room and calum stayed sitting on the bed not moving. his eyes staring at the door she had just shut. he felt numb and powerless and he staggered as he stood up. there was no feeling in his legs, no feeling in his entire body. instead of following her out he turned around and headed towards another door, the door to the balcony. his hands gripped the railing as he looked out at the bodies dancing and having fun. he would never feel that emotion. fun. he was completely incapable of being anything but depressed and it was his own fault.

he forced himself back inside but made his way back to the front door where he rushed out and ran down the street. he kept running, he ran straight past his house and down past the school. he kept running until he reached the train station. he ignored the calls of officers and passer-bys as he jumped onto the tracks and continued running down the rails. he just kept running, eventually a train would catch up to him and quickly sneak up behind him. he would find death like his parents and best friend did. the front of a train slamming into his body and knocking him unconscious. he kept running, the adrenaline rushing through his veins making sure he didn't slow down.

he heard the train horns behind him, and felt the heat of the light nearing. he felt the impact of metal brush across the back of his skin and the impact as his cheek hit the ground and was pushed along. he saw the light go blank. calum lay flat across the rails, alone. he was a loner.