『The Rhythm Of Despair』

22|The Sound Of Loneliness

Luka's P.O.V

We were back! Back to Paris. Mom was very excited to see me again and Sis too.

I showed the pictures I took with my phone and we were talking on and on about the trip.

"Mom, could I go outside for a bit?" I ask.

"Sure." She answers. "But be back before lunch!"

I nod and go outside with my guitar.

I slip on my shoes and walk outside.

I walk for a very long time until I reach the Eiffel Tower where I sit on the ground, looking up at it.

I strum the strings of the guitar to join in with the chirps of the birds, the voice of the people.

As I strum I begin hearing it again.

Hello! What is that? Um.. Hi?
Those two voices again.
Why do you think I'm strange?
A little girl.. And a..
I guess because you're friends with pebbles.
A little boy.

I place my guitar down feeling the pain of these voices again.

Who are you?! What are these voices?! Why is this happening to me?

Pebbles are my sign of friendship.

My heart begins to hurt again and this time so does my mind.

Pebbles?! How can that be a sign of friendship?

Who.. Who are you?!

I place my hand over my heart, pressing it, getting a tight hold of it.

I fall onto my hands and my knees.

It begins to rain, with the sky becoming darker as I see in the puddle before me.

Hello again!

I feel my tears stream down my face like a river.

I was alone, no one was around.

This reminds me of my Father who left us, who never cared about us, who moved on, who forced me to agree with his choices.

"ARGH!" I moan in pain.

So, where are your pebble friends?

I scream out in pain, my mind is becoming foggy as the sky becomes gray. My heart is rapidly beating.

In the corner of my eyes, I see someone running towards me.

The person runs and stops to sit on their knees in front of me.

"M.. Marinette?" I say in pain.

Her eyes were widened, in shock she holds my shoulders with both her hands.

"Luka! Luka, what's wrong?"

I shake my head, "it's hurting! Everything is hurting!"

I'll miss you.
Why? Are you going somewhere?

I squeeze Marinette's hand tightly in pain, "Ma.. Marinette!"

"I'll call an ambulance!"

She goes on her phone to call someone but I pull my hand up and throw her phone out of her hand.

"Luka!" She screams in worry. "Why would you do that?!"

"I.. I don't want to.." I say in exhaustion. "I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU!"

She smiles with tears that bubble down her face, "Luka! I'm calling the ambulance!"

She tries to call them again.

With frustration, she says, "they're not picking up!"

She tries once more but leaves her phone on the ground.

"Luka, I know what to do."

Ha! Ha! You're so funny!
Obviously I am! That's why people call me..

I groan in pain.

Marinette pulls me from the ground, knowing that even if I weigh a lot more than she does being a boy and all, she still pulls me up, she puts my left arm around her neck and holds it with her left hand and then she puts her right arm under my right arm for extra support.

"Marinette.. I'm sorry!" I say.

"It's not your fault! You didn't do anything wrong!"

We walk to the hospital with moments of me falling but her trying to pull me back up.

What a strange girl.
What a strange boy.

I moan in pain, continuously.

We walk into the hospital and walk over to the counter.

"PLEASE HELP HIM!" Marinette yells and pleads. "LUKA MIGHT DIE!"

I'm here!
So am I!

"Marinette!"

She looks at me.

"I'm so sorry."

My eyes shut in that second and I could not feel anything anymore.