Amnesia - A Luke Hemmings au [Completed]

11. Amnesia

Luke's POV

I was downing drink after drink, sitting at the same place I was sitting the night April walked into the bar. Ironic.

I looked at the empty stool she had been sitting at and tried to imagine where I would be if I had never followed her out of the bar that night.

I wouldn't have been at the hospital, my mom wouldn't have met my dad. I wouldn't be hurt, my life wouldn't be this fucked up. But I would still be living in a lie. The truth was worth the pain.

And most of all, she was worth it. April was worth it.

I couldn't believe this was happening. The hurt seemed to fade with each drink, but the anger only built.

After what seemed like a few minutes but had probably been more like hours, I saw her walking in. She walked straight towards me and sat down next to me.

"Hi." April said.

I stayed silent for a moment. "How did you know?"

"Your mom called. She's worried. Said you didn't come home." She shrugged. "I guessed."

"Funny isn't it?" She didn't say anything. "How it all comes back to this place?"

She nodded. The bartender showed up and April ordered a beer.

I gaped at her. "Are you crazy? You're not drinking any alcohol."

"And why is that?"

"Meds and alc don't mix well."

"I'm not on meds."

"What?"

"I'm not on meds."

"Yeah, I got that. Aren't you supposed to be taking those new drugs?"

She sighed. "Technically, yeah."

"What do you mean technically? Are you not taking them?" She shook her head.

"What the hell April?!"

"They're only making it worse."

"They're keeping you alive."

She looked down. "I'm gonna die anyway."

"What are you talking about? You can't just give up like this."

"And what if? It's not like anyone's gonna miss me."

"What? Do you even realize the shit you're saying? You are important to a lot of people."

"I started getting all these messages from people who never talked to me. Be strong. We believe in you. The moment you get sick, you're everyone's friend. They visit you once, maybe even twice, and when you're dead, they forget you. I was already missing before the  night I left. I never had a lot of friends, just Em."

"And is that not enough? Em is gonna miss you. Your parents are gonna miss you. I will miss you. Are we not good enough for you?"  I could hear my voice rising just as my anger, amplified by the alcohol in my veins, threatening to explode.

"You see, death doesn't happen to you, April. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it."

"You are important to me and I'm not gonna watch you die." I was shouting by now, not caring about the people around me. They were probably toi drunk to understand what was happening anyway.

I could see tears forming in her eyes.

We stayed silent for a while. I looked at the girl I loved, slowly letting go of the strings keeping her alive.

"Every fire I've ignited faded to grey. My Dad. My Mom. I don't even know what to think. She lied to me, she knew he wasn't dead. She knew. But she didn't have the guts to tell him, or to tell me."

I shook my head. "You can't do this to me, April." My voice broke at the end, and I looked down.

"Do you have any idea what you're talking about? You have no idea how this feels. One moment you're good, and the next you're going trough hell and back, you're dying. But the worse, the worse is the helplessness. You're feeling yourself slowly fading away, you're feeling the ground vanishing beneath you, but you can't do anything." Tears were running down her cheeks.

"I didn't choose this, you know. I never wanted this." She shouted.

"Then what do you want?" I screamed.

"Amnesia."

I turned around and left, slamming the door behind me.

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