Forlorn~m.c

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I quietly sneak out of the window of the music room, I've done this many times; I'm a veteran at sneaking out. I bring my left foot down to the rough horizon line and then my right, ducking down; I quickly sprint to the main road.

Clutching my backpack against my chest, I dart across the road to the cemetery where Luke's grave is. It feels like forever since I have visited him. I slip through the metal gates, and walk to his section.

Taking many deep breaths, I approach his headstone with all my strength holding my tears inside. I open my mouth, ready to use my voice for the first time in 260 days. "hey luke, how are you?" I stroke the words 'singing in heaven' on the stone, "i'm going to be honest with you, I'm awful. I refuse to talk to anyone. You're the only one who's heard my voice for the past eight months." I let out a small chuckle. Luke doesn't respond, but I can feel him in my presence. "I broke the promise, to you know, stay strong. I've cut myself, I've attempted suicide." I envision Luke furrowing his eyebrows together.

"Im sorry Luke." tears fall from my eyes. "I miss you so much Luke. You don't know how it feels to lose your best friend, then you promised to stay alive for him. You don't know what it's like hearing your best friend's voice in your head everyday." I brush off the leaves surrounding his name, as more tears fall onto the stone. "I refused to eat at first, then it was talking because I got hungry. I only planned on not talking for a month, but eight later; I never spoke up. Not when I was in pain, not when Scot was being a twat, not even when I came to visit you over this past year."

I use my sweater paws to wipe my eyes, and to open my bottle of anxiety pills; popping one in my mouth. Stuff like this could lead me to anxiety, and that won't be a pretty sight.

"What if I just came to heaven, to talk to you? Would that be breaking my promise?" I hopefully ask my dead best friend. I get know response, just what I expected, but I knew what his answer would be. Luke told me to stay for a reason, I just don't know what it is. Yet.

"I love you so much, you were the only one who listened to me when I was crying." I allow myself to cry as much as I want, for I don't care. It's just me and Luke.

The sun begins to set, and I look at Luke's headstone one more time. "Goodnight Luke." I plant a friendly kiss on his name before curling up into a silent ball of tears.

Tonight will be the first sleepover Luke and I have had in a year.

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I feel like Michael talked too early, but he technically didn't because Luke isn't alive(??)

anyway

I'm hungry

feed me