Dear, Darlene

Chapter 1

When I opened that bathroom door my already broken life was shattered even more. The person that held me together was lying in a bath with cuts down his wrists. The person who let me cry on their shoulder when I needed it was surrounded by bloody water. The person I loved was gone. Lucas was dead. As I looked at his pale face I remembered how it used to be full of color. Blood dripped from both of his now cut arms. The vertical lines oozing red blood down the side of the bathtub and onto the bathroom floor. I see the bloody razor blades on the edge of the bathtub next to his head. The emotional pain I felt before was now physical. My heart felt heavy inside my chest. I took in the crushing scene and then did I see it.

The book was a dark grey with the words "Dear, Darlene" written in Lucas's handwriting on the front. I slowly got off my knees. As I made my way to the book my knees wobbled. I picked up the book afraid it would crumbled in my hands. I put the book into my bag gently. I stepped closer to the bathtub, tears still falling from my bloodshot eyes. I stripped my bag off and fell back onto my knees. His once vivid blue eyes were now dull blue, lacking any sorts of life. I slowly closed them, not wanting to see them because they looked as dead as the rest of his body.He couldn't leave me. He wasn't gone. This was all just some horrible prank and any moment a camera guy would jump out and yell "Just kidding". Then Lucas would just get up and start laughing.

I waited. 1 minute. 2 minutes. 3. minutes. It never happened. How could he leave me? He was the only thing that mattered to me and he just left. He was so selfish. Did he even stop to think of how his own death would effect the people who loved him? He knew it would hurt me if he died but he did it anyways! I don't know why but I felt angry at him for killing himself. When I looked at him my anger just increased. Why was he even so depressed? I was there for him as much as I could! Was I not good enough to stay alive for!I was so angry I got up off my feet and kicked the wall.

Moments later Lucas's mom rushes in. She looks at me and they widen when she sees the blood filled bath that held her son. She immediately rushed to him and tried to feel for his pulse. When she couldn't she fell down to the floor sobbing.

I then got onto my knees next to her and hug her sideways. She then rested her head on my shoulder but continued to sob.I closed my tired and bloodshot eyes. That's when I start to think of all the things I could have done to prevent him from killing himself. Maybe if I told him I was in love with him or hung out with him more. I should've asked him to come over tonight or something. Just something, that would have stop him from killing himself. After a long while, I felt Mrs.Scott lift her head up. I turned my head slightly and opened my eyes. She wiped the tears from her face and blinked away unshed tears. She stood up slowly, not glancing at me before she ran out of the room probably to call an ambulance to take his body away.

I just sat there. Thinking of things I could have done different. Maybe if I did that or this, then maybe he wouldn't be dead. Maybe he wouldn't be where he is. Maybe I wouldn't be feeling this immense pain. Just, maybe.

5 minute later paramedics came to take his body. I was told I had to leave the room. So I got up slowly, my knees weak. I felt numb now. I decided to go outside only to see the paramedic truck parked in front. When I saw that body bag being carried by those paramedics it was like watching my life being slowly sucked away from my body. He was my life. He was the thing that kept me alive. And now. He was gone.

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Hey guys sorry if that was really short! I plan to make longer chapters so I look forward to writing those📝! I hope you guys enjoyed and if you did please vote 🌠 and comment ✏️ ! Much love, Jane 💞