The Show ((Luke Brooks Fanfic))

Chapter 15

A/N hOLLA LOVERRRSS, IF YOU'RE WONDERING WHY I'M UPDATING SO MUCH, IT'S BECAUSE I'M BORED AND I'M GOING ON HOLIDAY VERY SOON SO I WON'T BE ABLE TO WRITE UNLESS I GO INTO THE COMPUTER ROOMS WHICH IS KINDA A WASTE OF A BEAUTIFUL HOLIDAY IN SPAIN. 

OH WELL, I'LL TRY ATLEAST UPDATE ONCE WHEN I'M ON HOLIDAY BUT IF NOT, YOU KNOW WHY. 

I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE ALMOST HIT 1K READS. I THOUGHT MY WRITING SUCKED ASS ALONG WITH MY IDEA, BUT HELLA YAUHDJWKSMA. K BYE ILY.

 song:

Tris- Junkie XL, Ellie Goulding.

I focus on my feet as I walk down the street and down the steps onto the sand. I watch my shoes trample on the sand and small grains of it fly upwards while others go into my shoe, but I don’t really care. Instead, I walk over the rock that I sat on when she confronted me, sort of. I relive the conversation in my head as my eyes stick to the waves as they crash against each other.  

I almost killed my brother.

I almost strangled him to death because he said Bennie was dead.

 All because he made a joke.

I feel the lump in my throat rise as the thought of losing my brother flashes across my mind. Before I know it, I’m throwing up on the sand in front of me and the adrenaline inside of me is too much for me to handle.

After I feel close enough to empty, I pull my body weight towards the water. My feet drag along the sand and I look around for anyone in sight. There are a few people but they are quite a distance away from me.

My eyes then fix onto the water and it gets closer and closer.

I don’t deserve to live.

 I don’t deserve.

I don’t.                                               

The sea pools around my waist and it continues rising higher and higher.

I should just die.

I should just.

I should.

I close my eyes and lift my feet from the bottom of the sea and my body begins to sink.

*Bennie’s POV*

I don’t remember drifting off, even if it was at most ten minutes. I remember wrecking my room. I even remember panicking. But that’s about it.

I haul my body from the floor and begin to shove things neatly into a pile. I will arrange everything back into its original place tomorrow because I can’t be dealing with that now.

I notice my desk lamp which is slightly crammed down the back of my drawers and I try to yank it out but it’s really wedged in. I decide to move the whole wooden drawers so I can easily pull it out. The drawers are so heavy and it takes a lot from my weak body to move them a centimetre away from how they were supposed to be situated.

When I do eventually get them moved enough for me to pull the lamp out, I notice a familiar book also wedged down the small space. I let out a sigh of relief and a small cry and bend over to pick it up. As soon as the book is in the safety of my arms I feel a smile appear on my face.

I found it, my diary.

I walk over to my bed and lay it down in front of me and I open it onto the next available page where I write down the date.

My head lifts from the diary when my mother comes through the door and I the look on her face when she notices the mess on my room is just priceless.

She points at the piles and then at the drawers which are still left pulled out. Her mouth is wide open along with her eyes.

“What the hell did you do?!” She shouts.

“I was in the middle of arranging it all... I’m sorry, I’ll finish it tomorrow.” I say calmly, trying to get her off my back so she doesn’t shout anymore.

“Bennie...”

“Mother, just trust me.” I nod and she joins in after a few seconds.

“Could you pop downstairs for a second...?” She questions and I tilt my head. “You have a visitor, and might I add a very good looking one at that!”

I put my diary under my pillow and follow my mum out the room. I walk at a much slower pace than her, cautious about whom it could be.

When we do reach the bottom of the stairs I see a familiar face but not one I would expect.

“Hi...” I say, switching glances with my mum and the boy.

“I need your help.” His voice says quietly, as if he’s worried.

“I’ll just leave you two to it.” My mum interrupts, before she walks into another room.

“Is Luke here?” He asks and I shake my head. “Fuck.”

“What’s happened?”

“He turned vicious and then went missing.”

Without anything else, I grab my coat and say goodbye to my mum and run out the house behind Beau.

We run around the town and finally decide to split up; I check the area around the shore and cliffs while Beau asks around and investigates the main buildings.

Beau leaves me and I rush around in the dark towards the sand. I climb down the steps and begin to shout out Luke’s name hoping for a response.  I walk over the stone where I see a dark patch of something on the floor. I stand above it trying to figure out what it is when the wind changes and a strong acidy smell comes at me. I gag to the side and figure out that it is vomit. I grimace at the thought of me just sniffing someone’s puke.

I follow a pair of foot prints on the sand to see an abandoned shoe along with a tee. I reach down and pick it up. My eyes then search the sea and I wish that his body isn’t somewhere in the masses of water. I don’t know why he ran away but it must have been serious if he was considering committing suicide. And I can only pray he wasn’t. I throw the top back down and run along the sand to where a lot of rocks are located.

I stop as my eyes catch something and it doesn’t take me long to realise it’s a body. I charge over to it and pull him onto the clear sand. It takes a lot out of me but I don’t stop pulling.

He lays still and extremely pale from what I can see.

“Luke.” I choke.

I don’t know what else to do but to try and recall the cheesy movies about saving lives. I take my hands and begin to pump where his heart is but nothing works. I keep trying while shouting words at him as if I’m encouraging him to wake up.

His body looks like its already drained but I don’t give up. I push my body closer to his and decide to try and do CPR.

Just as I am about to rest my lips onto his, my face gets covered with spit and his eyes open.