Calum came to my house the next day. I was home alone, I had a knife in my hands wondering if I should kill myself. I already made dozens of cuts on my arm. He walked in and gasped.
"Jennifer!" He yelled making me jump. He took the knife and threw it. "What the hell are you thinking?!" He yells and then sees how hurt I was. "What happened? If it's about yesterday, I'm so so sorry I did that. Please let me make it up to you."
"Bring Luke back." I whisper choke.
"What?" He makes me look at him.
"Bring Luke back." I choke tears falling.
"Want me to call him? I can find out his number."
"There won't be an answer." I look away from him.
"Why not?"
"Because there won't be anybody to answer." I choke.
"Jennifer, what happened?" He asked very serious. I look at him.
"I hurt him. Very badly." I choke.
"Then where is he? Let's hurry and get him to the hospital." He stands.
"No you don't get it!" I yelled sobbing. Calum frowns and sits back down.
"What did you do?"
"I-I didn't mean to." I choke. I didn't want to say it. It would only make it worse.
"Mean to do what?" He looks me in the eyes and then he shakes his head. "No. No you didn't." He backs away.
"Please don't tell anyone." I cry and he gets up and backs away from me afraid that I was going to hurt him. "Please don't Calum. You're only making it worse." I cry.
"You couldn't of killed him! No! Maybe he's still alive!" His eyes fill up with tears.
"He can't be! He doesn't have a head anymore!" I cry. Calum winces and holds tightly onto his stomach and throws up on the tile.
"No you didn't. Tell me you're joking. That he's hiding somewhere just waiting to find the right time to pop out and scare me." He chokes and I shake my head looking down tears falling onto my lap. There were no words for what felt like forever. Calum was trying not to puke as he thought about it. More tears coming to both of us.
"I didn't think you'd cry if you found out." I choke.
"Jennifer it's disgusting and beyond awful." He coughs and spits. I look at him and he shakes his head and runs out of the house. I wish I danced with Luke.I was in my room that night. I got on my knees putting my forearms on my bed and I started to pray: "Dear God, I know I'm an awful person. I tried so hard to be nice to Luke but I killed him. I'm so sorry for this terrible sin. Please, please take care of Luke for me. He had an awful life; He was depressed, his mother abused him, and he was being bullied for bullying me. He only did it because he loved me and was jealous of me. I wish I realized that before I did what I cannot undo. Make sure Luke is happy, that he smiles up in heaven with you. I know you might not accept me because I am his murderer but please forgive me of my sin and let me go to heaven. I need to be with him. I need to make him happy. His life here on earth was the worst imaginable. I want him to have a good eternal life up there where it is safe, where it is peaceful. If you don't allow me to go to heaven I understand, but please make sure that Calum, Ashton, Michael, and Luke all get along, that they forget about me. They don't need to remember me. I was the worst part of their lives. Calum, Ashton, and Michael lived to protect me and got severely injured for it. And Luke lived to be a slave to his mother. . ." I sighed, tears falling. "In Your name we pray, amen." I choke on the last word. I sit there looking around silently crying. "Luke if you can hear me now please know how sorry I am." I choked again. "I never meant to hurt you. I'm so sorry I was that way. I'm so sorry I can't control my anger. I'm so. . . sorry." I put my head down crying.
"Jennifer," I hear someone whisper. I look around but nobody was in the room. Then I looked in front of me and saw Luke. "L-Luke?!"
"Jennifer, please don't be sorry. I'm thankful you took me away from the hell I lived in. Thank you."
"B-but I killed you!" I cried, wishing I could hug him. I would do anything for him to come back.
"Which means you took me away from my abusive family, my sinful actions, and my depression. I am thankful you did it Jennifer."
"Please don't leave me." I cried more when I saw his image fading. He disappeared and the last thing I ever heard of his voice is him telling me to forget about him.A/N:: I'm so sorry. But not every story has a happy ending.

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Never Say A Word
أدب الهواةNever say a word. You don't want to live a life in prison! What have I done? I need to cover my tracks but how? How will you live now knowing what you just did? What ever you do. Never. Say. A. Word.