Forlorn~m.c

prologue

Luke and I sit on my couch, talking about our day, smiling and laughing like nothing could ever stop us. "Michael, I'm going to miss you." he finally stops laughing, and looks into my eyes. "Miss me? Are you moving?" I begin to panic at the thought of my best friend moving away from me, considering he's the only one I trusted for my struggling years. 

"I'm leaving Michael." his dimples no longer dip in his cheeks as he stares at me, waiting for me to speak; but the words are caught in my throat. "Luke, where are you going?" my anxiety meets its climax, and my depressed friend stands up from the grey couch.

"I'm going home, Michael." his voice breaks, and he pushes down his sleeves; just as something catches my eye. "Luke, give me your arm. Now." I knit my eyebrows together, as I forcefully pull up Luke's sleeve, revealing fresh red cuts. "Luke, what happened? Why didn't you come to me?" my bottom lip trembles as Luke remains silent, "Why didn't you come to me!? I could have helped you!" I shout, tears swimming in my eyes. 

"Michael, you don't get my pain! I'm so broke, when I go to sleep at night; you're not there. That's exactly what I want, Mikey, I want to sleep." he takes his arm back, and shoves his hands in his pockets, "You stopped taking your pills. Luke! Why did you stop?" I start to cry. His pills were supposed to make him less upset, and stop being so suicidal. He seemed fine, how could I miss his misery?

"Mikey, I'm not happy. I must go, come here." he embraces me in a hug, one of those hugs where you just want to stay in the person's arms forever, and he cries on my shoulder. "You have to promise me, you'll stay strong for me. You have to be around for my mum and yours. This hurts me more than you know" he in directs something I can't necessarily plant a finger on.

"I love you Luke. You're the best brother figure I've ever had." I wipe away my tears, and his. "I love you too Mikey, promise me you'll stay strong?" he repeats, and I bob my head in agreement. "Are you going to tell me where you're going?" I try to reach for him, but he's already at the door; I patter behind him. 

"It's time for me to go, Michael." tears stream from his foggy blue eyes, and with that he runs out the door. My instinct is to follow him, for he is scaring me to death. "Luke! Luke!" I run down the street to the river where he was always to be found when he was sad. 

"Luke!!" I yell to my best friend, who is dangling his feet on the ledge of the bridge, head in hands. Please God don't jump.

"Good Bye Michael, I love you." his shattered words travel through in the wind, and I run to the bridge to try and grab him. It's too late, he's jumped to his death. His body falls into the rushing waters, instantly sinking to the bottom; out of my reach. I allow a few tears to fall before pulling out my phone, dialing 911.

"911, what is your emergancy?" the operator says through the speaker. 

That is where I say those five words I never wanted to leave my mouth,

"My bestfriend just committed suicide."

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but how's it going? It's lizzie! 

this story is mine, and alyssa is writing one called 'Tainted Love' and i think it's going to be amazing. 

this is a series, but not sequels. so you can read both of ours at the same time&not have to worry about reading one before the other.

but ayyy .

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and let me clear something up: michael is not gay in this fanfic lol

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