Luke

Footsteps

Footsteps.

Running.

Raindrops.

Tears.

Luke hears everything, form the constant tapping of his trekking shoes on the dirt to the collision of mud and rain on the ground. He can even hear the wind, the coldness of wind. Sobbing, desperate to end his life, driven by depression and pain, he has nowhere to go but to end everything.

Now he's running, escaping.

The only known solution to his problems is in the basement of their house, he calls it house, not a home. He does not even consider the people living on it as family.

He almost fall over when he run over a huge root above the ground. He's running the best possible shortcut to his home. He doesn't want his father to know that he's scaping. A car almost got him when he suddenly cross-over a path, there is no lamp post, no source of light. Only the beam of the moon gives a little glow over the place but it was now covered in deep dark clouds, it raining hard and the road is slippery, aside from that Luke is wearing a straight-forward black jacket, a worn-out Levis jeans and a pair of black trekking shoes. His skin is white but now it's pale. Glad the driver is conscious on the road, Luke doesn't want to end his life that way. He wants everyone to know that his death is not an accident, he wants it to be purposeful, that he did it because he wants it.

His home is now beyond reach of eyesight, he can see the glowing light from the inside illuminating the little peaceful garden in front of their house where his mother used to spend her time. Guess it's better to use the word spending than wasting, her mother loves her garden deeply that it attracts attention to the neighboring dwellers.

Luke stopped.

He did not mind the surrounding, but it seems someone is coming after him. Kidnappers, he thought. He don't want to be a captive and extend his life waiting for a ransom to saved him from being in the kidnappers grip. Or else he did not want his life stabbed to death by a fatal gang ambush on the front of their house.

He did not look around but rather go inside his house, goes to his room, he felt the familiar atmosphere and he'll gonna miss it, the study table was full of books, dark-covered books, a lamp, a notebook, a pen. He grab a sticky note in the drawer of his study table and quickly snatch the ballpoint pen in the table. He headed straight to the doorway to their basement, once he opened it, he did not stand on the threshold thinking any possibilities that may occur but go straight into the dark.
The light he just turned on is enough to lighten the place where the perfect plan would be taking place.

Right now, he realized that he is not crying anymore but the tears were replaced by a sudden fear and guilt. He flip his attention to other things, he does not want something to stop him from doing what he wants, not even his thoughts, not even his emotions.

He left a note on the table. The only last words he will be leaving to this world.

February 3, 2018
10:48 pm

If you're reading this right now, I may be gone by then. Sorry but I must go.

- luke

He grabs a rope, hangs it to the ceiling and making sure it does not fails. Everything is going according to plan, the chair under his shoes, the rope enough for his neck.

He puts on the rope and whispered, "Mom, today I'm gonna join you." He kicks the chair under him. He hangs himself.

Everything is pitch-black.

He hears footsteps.

Footsteps.