stuck inside ➽ l.h.

chapter 9

☼ Gina's Point of View ☼

"Luke, look at me." I said quietly. I didn't really notice the other boy that much, due to the fact that he stayed in the background silently.

His head shifted from the floor to my eyes. His face was swollen and puffy. I wish this wouldn't have happened to him. Those were his best friends, they were like his family. Imagine losing two of your family members, but in one day.

My eyes traveled to his hands, he was picking at his nails like he was anxious in a sad sort of way.

Everything that he had gone through in the past day has been awful. I feel absolutely horrific. I didn't want him to feel bad.

Maybe he was mad at himself for being such a jerk to them before he left.

He shouldn't be mad at himself. Everything that happens is for a specific reason and I know there is a plan behind all of this.

He just stood there with tears threatening to fall down his cheeks.

"It's going to be okay. I promise. I know how it feels."

I wasn't very good at comforting people, to be honest. I've never felt so sympathetic before. He looked lost. Completely and utterly lost.

"I hate myself, I hate my lif-." He began to speak.

"Don't you dare say that, Luke." I said almost bursting out into tears.

I knew how it felt, the scars on my wrist always reminded me of it.

No, I wasn't some suicidal teenager who did it for attention. No one knows, besides Arielle. I did it for reasons, reasons that I thought no one would understand.

I'm not just going to sit back and watch Luke go down the same path that I went down. He's too good for that. Me, on the other hand, I deserved it. I was worthless, I felt worthless

I snaked my arms around him and held him tightly. I know how it feels to lose a loved one, and it feels absolutely terrible. I practically drove myself insane.

"It's going to be okay, I promise. Don't do anything you'll regret. I have to go, I sneaked out of my house and my dad will find out soon. Please text me, okay? I love you." I said, while continuing to hug him.

"O-okay. Love you too Gina."

I hugged him once more, and with that I was on my way.

I walked back to my house. The roads were quiet and the only noise was the leaves falling onto the ground.

The memories of my depression threatened to flood back into my mind, but I wouldn't let it. It was over. I'm happy now, right?

I ran into my yard and silently and as quickly as possible opened my window. I could hear the loud snores of my dad and thankfully my door was still locked.

I jumped into my room and closed the window.

Thank God, I actually did it!

I sighed to myself. What would have happened if I got caught?

I'd be in huge trouble.

I plopped onto my bed and pulled the comforters up.

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I woke up, but I didn't even remember falling asleep last night. The last thing I remember was pulling up my blankets.

I quickly unlocked my door, so my dad wouldn't suspect anything when he woke up.

It was five thirty in the morning and I had to get up and go to school. Ugh.

I grabbed my ugly-butt uniform and shoved it into my bathroom, along with a towel of course.

It literally took me hours to get ready, I mean hours. I'm not even joking. It's simply because I get distracted by my phone. I began to laugh mentally at my thought, but then I remember Luke. My happiness soon faded as Luke reminded me of my mother.

I could only imagine how it felt to loose not one, but two family members. I felt terrible for him.

I really love him and I don't want anything to happen to him, ever. He's so sweet, he doesn't deserve anything like that.

Poor Luke.

I was about to head out the door to walk to my car, but my cell phone rang.

It was Luke.

"Hello?"

"H-hi. I um, we're flying back to Australia for uh, a couple of days for the.." His voice trailed off and I could tell he was crying.

"Okay Luke. I love you. Please, please stay strong. Everything will be fine."

There was silence for a while. A sad, terrifying silence.

"But what if it isn't fine, Gina? It's never going to be fine." He broke out into sobs.

I felt horrible. I wasn't the best at showing it, but I really did.

"Everything happens for a reason, Luke. Please don't worry. I'm here when you need me. Love you."

I knew he wanted to end the conversation, it seemed as if this was only making the traumatic experience worse.

"Love you too."

The phone clicked and the line was dead.

I really hope he is okay.