Mr. Perfect And The Nothing | Larkle

Aftermath

WARNING;

THIS IS EXTREMELY FUCKING EDGY AND MAY BE TRIGGERING AS IT TALKS AB SELF HARM, SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, ED, AND JUST VIOLENCE IN GENERAL.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

But I mean, hey, if you already read the first 4 chapters ur used to that shit.

It was so long ago. I still think about him every day. I haven't been good since his death. I don't eat as much. I barely see riley and maya anymore either. They just remind me even more of him. Hell, I kind of remind myself of him. The scars on my skin. The tears that roll off my cheeks every day. It's just like he used to be. It's been 4 years, yet I still can't get over him. I still can't get over the love of my life dying.

"Hey, Lucas!" Riley and Maya walked up to my seat before class had started. "How are you doing today?" Maya asked. I sighed and laid my head down on my desk. "Same as every other day I guess.." Riley frowned. "Lucas..It's been 4 years. We're seniors now! Don't you think it's time to stop thinking about Far--" I slammed my fist on the desk "No! Don't say his name! That's only gonna make me cry and cry and I'll never stop fucking crying." They looked at each other, then back at me. "Lucas.." Maya started. "You guys didn't know him like I did! You guys didn't love him like I did! You don't understand! I lost the love of my life."

I quickly got up and left. 4 years. 4 fucking years. I had been without my baby boy for so long. The pain was getting unbearable.

I left school and started to head home. I was done with this pain. I had been living with it for so long.

When I got to my house, I noticed that my father's car was still in the driveway. I snuck in as quietly as I could and went to my room.

I pulled out a small box from under my bed. The box had just 2 things.

A bottle of vodka.

And a revolver with a single bullet.

Grabbing the box and putting it into my backpack, I quickly went downstairs. My dad was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Why are you here? You should be at school, Lucas. You can't keep doing this." I shrugged. "I just can't take it anymore. School is stressful." He sighed. "First, you start hanging out with some pansy," I grit my teeth. "then you quit the football team, then your grades went to shit, and now you keep skipping. What the hell is your problem? These past 4 years, you've been nothing but trouble." I looked him in the eyes. "Fuck you. Farkle Minkus wasn't just some pansy. He was the love of my life."

His eyes widened. "What the hell does that mean? You trying to say that you're some fag?" I flipped him the double bird and nodded. "Don't worry, Dad. You won't have to deal with this fag anymore!"

I stormed out of the house and ran to a ditch by the school.

I sat down and pulled out the vodka and began chugging it.

I finished it all after about 20 minutes.

Alcohol will numb my pain, right?

I struggled to stand up, but eventually did. I looked down at the bottle for a few minutes before picking it up and smashing it on the ground. "FUCK YOU!" I quickly picked up my bag and headed inside the school.

I stumbled to Billy's 4th period class and swung the door open.

"YOU!" I slurred, pointing to the boy. He looked back at me, confused. "What do you want, Lucas?" The whole class stared at me. "You did this. To me. To him. You showed no fucking remorse, either!" He looked around the room and then back at me. "Lucas, what the hell are you talking about? I haven't talked to you in 4 years. What could I have possibly done?" I face grew red with anger. "YOU DONT EVEN FUCKING REMEMBER! Y-YOU DROVE HIM TO SUICIDE AND YOU DONT EVEN CARE OR REMEMBER!" There were 'oohs' and 'ohs' across the whole classroom. "What are you- Oh. Are you talking about that kid that killed himself freshman year?" I began to cry, but it was like an angry cry. "YOU DONT EVEN REMEMBER HIS NAME! YOU DONT EVEN REMEMBER ALL OF THE SHIT YOU PUT HIM THROUGH! YOU DONT EVEN REMEMBER THAT YOU WERE THE REASON FOR HIS DEATH!" He shrugged. "Well, what can I say? He was a nothing."

My eyes widened and I charged at him, full speed, tackling him to the ground and I punched him in the face multiple times. "FUCK!" Punch. "YOU!" Punch. "BILLY!" Punch. "ROSS!" Now I was sad crying. "YOU KILLED THE LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE!" I was quickly pulled off of him by a campus police officer. I stared down at Billy's unconscious body. His bloodied face. It's what he deserved.

The officer quickly pulled me out of the classroom and I just kept staring, straight faced, as they dragged me away.

The officer took me to the office and sat me down. "What the hell is your problem, kid?" I just stared. He shook his head and began talking to the principal and filling out paperwork. Once I realized he wasn't paying attention, I quickly grabbed my bag and ran away as far as I could.

Eventually, I reached an alleyway. I quickly went and hid. I sat down on the ground, leaning on a trashcan and pulled out the revolver and the bullet from my backpack.

I loaded the revolver and spun the cylinder.

I put the gun in my mouth and..

BANG!

Lucky shot.

    Uhh so hey it has been literally 3 or 4 years. I started this a long time ago and haven't really touched it in like 2 years. But recently I started thinking ab GMW and ab Larkle and the friends that I had made n all that junk n so I came here and finished this in like a night. When I had abandoned it years ago, It had like half a paragraph so hey I think I did a decent job. Sorry to rip your heart out for the hundredth time. I hope yall enjoy, and if you dont really think ab GMW anymore, then I hope this at least made you feel nostalgic? Idk.
    Anyway, it's been fun, I suppose. Goodbye everyone.