Takes place after the house, before the funeral.
You were done. Done trying to ignore his problems, done with him coming home late, just done with him leeching off of you. Luke Crain, the love of your life. You met him at school a few years after a tragedy with his mom, which you later found out what happened. She had seemingly killed herself due to mental illness, and their father never really gave them the reason why. Or any answers at all about that summer. You sided with Steve about what happened, their mother was mentally unstable and Hugh left her in the house. She overcame with grief over possibly loosing her children, and jumped off of the balcony at the top of a spiral staircase. You had only seem pictures of the house before nature took back over the house, but it was quite a beautiful house.
You were brought back to reality when your boyfriend walked into the door. He looked like a mess, you knew he was still shooting up heroin. He had dark circles around his eyes that seemed to make his eyes look as if they were on the verge of imploding. He was wearing black jeans and a loose hoodie with the hood up, casting a shadow over his face. He himself looked like the ghosts he claimed haunted him in his dreams. He was your ghost haunting you in real life.
As soon as he saw you sitting on the couch in your apartment, he muttered a soft 'shit'. His gravely voice sent a shiver down your spine, making goosebumps appear on your cold arms. You didn't say anything but stare blankly at the TV in front of you, playing the news. Calmly, you stood with little emotion or motivation, and turned your body to him. "Luke, your clothes are already packed."
You could tell he was expecting more, so you took a deep breath before you explained more. You thought he deserved at least that much. "I gave you chance after chance. I warned you last time that if you got high off heroin again, we are done until you get clean and sober for good. I even helped you get into a facility, along with Shirly and Steve. But, it's never enough. You take and take and take until those around you can't help you anymore, than you move onto the next one. I am burnt out, Luke. I am tired of begging you to choose your family and future with me over drugs." As the words came out, a tingling feeling passed from your head, across your shoulders. It seemed to linger there, then spread down your body.
His eyes went from shying away to defiant, ready to attack you and cut you down with words. "If you knew what I went through, you'd understand a little better. Please (Y/N)-" You cut him off with a wave of your hand and shook your head, your hair loosening itself from the ponytail you tied it up into.
"I would know if you told me. I gave you chance after chance. I love you with all of my heart Luke, but at the same time you took all of it greedily. I have no energy left to do anything. To get out of bed in the morning is so hard everyday now. I loved you with everything I had, and you never gave back. You just took, and took, and took, until there was nothing left. I can't do it anymore." You were in tears and your body racked in shivers. It always randomly got cold around you.
You saw Steve in the corner of your eye, and nodded slightly to him. You two had talked before, how it was unpredictable to cut off an addict. He agreed to help you, you were like family to the Crains. "I knew it was going to be difficult, so Steve is here to make sure you get out safely." Your voice wavered, and saw Luke's eyes widen just before turning around.
"Come on, you screwed up. I can drive you to a gas station, but that's it. I'm not going to help you anymore, and neither is (Y/N)." Steve looked back to you before escorting him outside of the building. You broke down crying as soon as the door closed. The cold air seemed to be surrounding you, seeping into your body. You felt your body shaking, and your hair on your arms stood on end. You shot your head up to see a dark figure dart in the back of the apartment, close to your bedroom.
Quickly standing up, you sped off and grabbed a knife from the nearby marble kitchen counter. Hearing a noise in the bedroom, you let out a muffled yelp of terror when a sudden crash was heard inside. Gathering up the strength, you held the knife in front of you and shoved the door open, only to find no one in the room. You checked under the bed, inside the closet, behind the doors. There was no one. A stabbing pain shot through your foot and into your ankle out of no where, causing you to fall back onto your back and loosing grip of the knife. You checked to see what you had stepped on, and it was broken glass. A picture of you and Luke at the zoo on your first date.
"C'mon! I don't want to miss them feeding the seals!" Your voice called out to Luke as you lead him. It was his first time going, but not yours. You always loved seeing the animals whenever you could, letting the weight of whatever happened recently off your shoulders. You and Luke had just finished finals as juniors, finally seniors. One more year until you get out of high school.
You didn't notice the way he stared at you with love and admiration, and was finally brought out of his trance by the seals coming out. He got a picture with one, as did you. It was one of the best days of his life he used to say. Now you weren't so sure.
You wiped the tears from your eyes and pulled yourself up without stepping on the foot with glass inside it, bouncing on one foot to the bathroom. You grabbed a pair of tweezers and gently pulled out, blood immediately coming out and sliding down your foot. You grabbed a band aid and peroxide, cleaning it.
Coming out of the bathroom with baby steps, you grabbed the tiny trashcan from beside your dresser and sat down by the broken picture frame. Being careful, you pick up the glass pieces and wood frame. Then you got tape from the bedside table and used it to get the tiny glass shards from the carpet and make sure you didn't step on anymore.
When you were finally done, you stood up and walked over to your bed, pulling your pants off as a heavy weight started at your shoulders. The heavy feeling made its way down your back and legs, making them feel like lead. You finally got into bed and let out a horrendous sob, clutching the blue comforter for dear life. And there you sat crying, not knowing what to do with yourself anymore.
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After, During, Before
Fanfiction"The rest is confetti." You are an ex-lover of Luke Crain. You told him to clean up his act, that you gave him too many chances and you won't be near him anymore until he is clean. Who knew you would be part of his sobriety, and learn of the familie...
