Oblivion •hemmings•

epilogue

1 month later

Calum's POV

As soon as I saw the picture of Luke on the TV, I knew that I wasn't going to hear anything I would like.

"17 year-old, Luke Hemmings, found dead in Motel 54. Bullet to the head." states the reporter in a really monotone fashion,"Police believe it was a murder as confirmed by two witnesses: Mr. Ashton Irwin, a teacher, and Mr. Michael Clifford, one of his students. Now we go to Sam Richard to hear from Mr. Clifford."

"His name is Calum Hood. It was murder out of stupid *beep*-ing jealousy. Now my best friend has to pay the *beep*-ing. Well, if you're watching this, you son of a *beep*, *beep* you, you better let Hannah go or I'll make it my personal business to make sure you go to hell-"

With that, Sam cuts him off, "Um, I think that's enough Mr. Clifford, uh, back to you Jill."

"Thanks, Sam. We'll be right back with more on this story after the weather forecast."

I didn't feel like listening any more, I press down hard on the power off button to the television and throw the remote at the screen. Michael was the one who helped me capture "his best friend." Obviously, your friendship wasn't as important to you as your little gay relationship. I knew I should have killed them too.

"Well, it's too late for that, now isn't it, Calum?" I grumble to myself.

Who am I kidding? I barely had it in me to kill that Luke. How was I gonna kill to more innocent people? Well, Luke technically isn't -I mean-wasn't innocent. He was a robber. He stole. He stole what was mine first. Hannah. Speaking of Hannah, I had better go check on her.

I stood up from the recliner and cleaned up the mess I made. I brought the plates and beer can over to the kitchen counter to take care of later.

As I step into the closet, I switch on the light. Hannah awakes with jolt. She has no look of recognition on her face. In fact, she's been like that since Luke's.........passing a month ago. Everything I've tried hasn't seemed to work at all. I tried making all her favorite foods and getting her some of her favorite things. It changed nothing. The same look was always plastered on her face. On the rare occasion she did speak, it was only a few words.

When I stepped into the closet, her face showed no recognition or acknowledgment of my presence. Her eyes were void of all life. They just kept on staring straight ahead.

"Hey, Hannah, how are you?" I asked hesitantly.

I was shocked when I heard a reply, "Terrible."

"Oh, um, is there uh anything I can do to help?" I take a step and get on my knees so my face is level with hers.

Her eyebrows scrunched together and she scowled at me as if she were saying 'Idiot, you destroyed the only thing that could help me'.

"Hannah, why won't you just forget him? He's gone and-"

She interrupted,"No thanks to you, of course."

I just rolled my eyes and continued,"And isn't what we had better? We've known each other longer than you knew him. You can't just forget the feelings we had for each other. Hannah....I love you."

She grimaced,"No, Calum, your the only one out of the two of us who still has feelings for the other."

That was the longest response I've ever gotten from her in a long time. I was so shocked that I couldn't say a word for a few seconds. I frowned and I felt the tears forming at the back of my eyes. But I was not going to cry in front of her so instead I growled,"Eventually, Hannah, eventually you will come to your senses and realize that I'm all you got now. No one else is going to come find you. You're mine forever. Everything is just how it's supposed to be now. Well, almost."

I stomped out of the closet without waiting for a reply. I'll give her some time to cool off before I go in there again. Maybe I need to cool off, too.

I walk over to the fridge and reach in to grab another beer. I pop it open and down it all within a few gulps. The buzz I was waiting for arrives within my next two beers. I stagger over to my sofa and plop down. My eyes slid shut after I downed another three. I didn't wake up for another 7 hours according to my phone which read 10:00pm. My head pounded and I barely could remember what had happened between my beers. It was really hazy, but I think before I made my way over to the couch, I visited Hannah. I don't remember what I did at all. That worried me.

I quickly stood up from the couch, but before I could take one step, my head throbbed and my vision blurred. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor. I remained completely still for a minute and my vision came back. This time, I stood up much slower and made my way over to the bathroom so I could grab an Advil.

After taking the pill, I made my way over to Hannah's closet while using the wall for support. When I got to the door, I immediately knew something was wrong. When I touched the doorknob, I felt like I was about to throw up. I did something that I know I won't like and for a second I didn't even want to open the door. As the door opened, it all came flowing back rapidly to the point where I had to get on my knees before dizziness causes me to fall and hit my head.

| flashback |

I took a knife from the drawer in the kitchen slammed open the door. Her emerald eyes shot open in surprise, but soon were filled with fear,"Calum, h-have you been drinking?"

I didn't answer. There was no need to. The question had been rhetorical.

"Hannah," I said quietly,"I can't do this anymore. I can't wait for you to be ready. Every cell in my body cries out for you. I need you now. Whether you like it or not."

"Calum, please, no. Calum. Anything. Anything, but this." She pleaded and begged, but I just couldn't hold it back any longer. I slammed the knife into the wall beside me and pounced on her.

| flashback end |

When I returned to reality, I was in fetal position in the corner of the closet. I rubbed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. I sat up only to bang the back of my head against the wall at the sight my eyes were met with.

The body lay cold and lifeless on the floor. A knife was protruding out of her side just below her ribs.

I didn't put it there. She did. She had nothing else to live for and after what I did to her.....I just made it worse. I pushed her over the edge. She killed herself...because of me.

This is all my fault.

That's the same thing I said to myself after the police found us, after I went to court, and after I went to some prison for those who need "special help." They couldn't help me. I was too far gone. Hannah caused me to become this way. She left me in this state; she left me in oblivion.

A/N

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