Suicide House // Lashton [COMPLETED]

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The morning of whatever day it was, was cold. Ashton turned in his bed to find it empty, however, he knew Luke hadn't gone anywhere.

"Luke?" He attempted to shout, yet it simply came out as a hoarse groan from the back of his throat.

His head began to pound and a white noise screeched into his ears. He cried out, gripping his hair and pulling tightly on the sides of his head. He felt something travel up his throat as he ran to his bathroom, however, did not make it in time.

Ashton wretched and groaned as his body tried to push out any non existent fluid. He started to cough up blood on the floor as he desperately tried to stop it from seeping into the wood of the floor boards. It dripped through his hands as he tightly gripped him mouth. He fell to his knees and began to sob.

A cold hand touched his shoulder, and he didn't bother to look at who it was, of course he already knew.

"I think you should go to the doctors, if not the hospital,"

Ashton stuck out his hand and waved it, choking out an: "it's fine, I'm fine!" Before dramatically gagging and coughing up more liquid blood.

Luke refused to see his boyfriend? Friend? Housemate? Suffer with this illness, and so he somehow managed to convince him to leave and see what was wrong with him.

Luke sat quietly on Ashton's bed, slitting his fingers with a small pencil sharpener blade. He watched as the little droplets of Crimson blood gathered on top of his finger.

His somehow mesmerising finger was rudely interrupted by a crash on the door downstairs and a loud sob.

Luke quickly rushed to see what had happened, and was met with the red, tear stained, puffy eyes.

He attempted to calm down the hysterical Ashton in some way, however Ashton pushed straight past and ran up the stairs, still sobbing.

He ran into the room with the white door. Luke chasing after him. Screaming not to go inside. Ashton couldn't hear a thing. Just his heart beating through his ears. He scrambled through a small white box in the corner of the room.

He felt Luke scream at him; but didn't hear a thing. He hooked it to the ceiling. Gently, wrapped it around itself.

He pulled a stall and stepped up. He tugged on the rope, making sure it was stable. Slowly. Slowly, he put his head through the loop and closed his eyes. He took a breath and smiled.

Luke stared at the boy, standing on a chair, noose around neck, eyes closed. Slowly. Slowly, he opened his eyes. His eyes were pitch black.

"私はルーク、あなたを愛して."

A/N okay so Ashton had a brain tumour or something and didn't want to be taken by cancer, so he took himself to be with Luke. I'm fucking glad this book is finally over, I hope you liked it because I fucking hated it. Goodnight beans, you should follow me on Instagram @sleepyiero :)

~Seb