Breathe||l.h fan fiction

Luke

Day 1

I couldn't sleep much, after my breakdown I woke up in my room, my feet were cold and the room was dark; the small lights outside was the only symbol that I wasn't the only person awake.

I spent most of the night writing songs, I started playing with my guitar, creating a chord progression; usually I'd end up using the same as the previous song.

Music seemed to speak to me, they have the words I've never been able to say to anyone else, I've never shared my songs with anyone, I kept them in a small book under my pillow. The pages were old and the book needed replacing but it's the only thing I brought with me here, it's the last thing I have from my Mother.

I felt my eyes close, I was leaning up against old creaky headboard. My fingers fell loose on the guitar strings, the blisters on my fingers starting to irritate. I let the dark take over as my head fell back and the guitar fell loose in my arms.

The early morning was at its peak, a heavy object piled upon me. I searched the room for my phone, the battery dying besides my bed, I retrieved the charger and plugged it into the wall socket.

I tumbled out of my bed and threw on some clothes from my draw to change into; a blue checkered shirt that I wore over my plain black tee, my blue jeans hung at my lower back.

A knock stopped my movements.

"Hello?"I spoke.

"Hey Luke, mate it's Ashton, did you want to come skate boarding today?" He paused. "I mean that's only if you want to, you don't have-"

"Yeah." I interrupted. "I'll meet you in ten minutes at the desk?" My question changed into more of a command.

"I'll have to leave my phone here" I thought.

I grabbed my old, broken vans; my feet tackled to fit in the vintage looking shoes. I reached out for my jet black hat, turning it backwards. I stood in front of the small mirror that hung on my black walls, I pulled my lip and chose my hooped ring, tightening the screw making sure the silver object was secure.

My hand unscrewed the medicine bottle, I took one shake and gripped two tablets in my hand.

Anti-depressants.

The taste was horrible but I wanted to get better, this was the only way, apparently, although I don't think it made any difference. I took a swig of the water that lay on my bedside table and swallowed the tablets before heading for reception.

Galloping down the disgusting decorated halls I reached into my pockets hoping for the torn up packet I knew I had left. My hand struggled in my front pocket as I pulled out my gum packet, squeezing one out and throwing it into my mouth.

The walk wasn't long and before I knew it I was at the front desk. I nodded at Ashton, who was leaning against the wall, with both our skateboards in his hand.

"Hey, you okay?" His smile grew wide, I loved his smile, it brought warmth to me, gave me hope. Ashton is my best friend here, I never attempted to communicate with anyone else, just Ashton.

We've been through tough times together.

"Alright? Thanks for grabbing my skateboard for me."I half smiled back, as I continued to chew the sweet.

My eyes darted round to the small suitcase that lay in the middle of the room.

"What's up with that?" I ask.

"Oh, I don't know, but I heard she's only here for a few weeks." Ashton gestured towards the skateboard.

"Yeah this place was swarming with police last night, you're lucky you weren't here to see it. It was a right mess."

We both signed our names in the book to show we were leaving the home.

"Anyway lets go." He dropped the board, I followed him, both of us leaving the old building.