Camp • a 5SOS fanfiction

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Luke's POV •••

Life is a beautiful lie and death is a painful truth. But the thing is most of our human population is terrified of death. No body knows what will happen, nor does anyone know when. It's a question that no body knows the answer to, but a answer that people don't want to hear. If people were given a time limit on their lives, would our world be different? Would we work in different ways where only we had the chance to live out our life? Or would we choose to sit around for the day to come? If I had the chance to find out the day I die, I would not want to know. Why ruin the point of living if you're going to know when it ends.
But suddenly, I've came to the conclusion that this is my resting place. Here, in this dense and cold hospital, it will all end. There will be no heroic story for my family to tell, that I died doing something I loved, or I died because I saved a life. And this time will be shortly. I can feel it in my bones and the blood that rushes through my veins. A sense of something, like an uneasy stomach, that this is it.

It will end.

No body will know my last days of living, no body will know my last words. I'll just be another name carved into stone and another body resting six feet under ground. I'll never be able to give a hug and kiss to my mum, a hug for my dad and brothers or a pat on the back. I'll never be able to tell my three best friends how important they are to me, and what they've done for me in out years together. The memories we have, and the music we played for fun in our garages.

I'll never be able to kiss the one I loved. The one who was my neighbour, childhood best friend.

Is this what our fate has come to?

Not only is there a severe pain watching Blake not move, there's the horrible gut feeling about Michael and Mia. They couldn't go far, could they? After hearing Dakota talk about what happens to other victims, I can't help but fare the worst.

I felt a pain in my head, like cold water seeping into my skin freezing it to the bone. I lifted my hand, placing my fingertips on the surface but instantly pulled away when the freezing ice stung them. I lurched upwards, feeling the ice fall from my head and onto my knees, already damping through a sheet and my shorts. I threw the pack away, as it scattered across the floor hitting a wall. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings, a dark room, with curtains pulled but the door wide open. The visions of the previous day, or night reoccurred in my head and I threw my palms up to the front of my eyes, I was shocked to see nothing but pale skin, no cuts, no blood, no nothing. I blinked twice just in case I was missing something.

My lips softly parted breathing in a soft breath while I dealt with the throbbing pain in my head. I brushed a hand through my knotted hair noticing the thick length it's grown since we first arrived here.

I went to swing my legs over the bed, but just as if on cue, Ashton came walking in, a pack already set on his back.

"Glad to see you're awake." He said, rolling a tongue across his lips.

I parched myself on the edge of the bed, reaching down to retrieve a pair of boots that were placed neatly on the floor. 

"What happened?" I asked doing up the laces on one foot.

Ash flicked a pocket knife into his belt, throwing a bag on the bed. What are we doing?

"We don't need to worry about that right now— or, ever." He simply said, but I grew angry with his lack of social help. "I bloody hope you're up for some running, I know it's a bit of a rush since you've just woken up but, we need this."