Sorry •Muke•

Chapter 28 - The Best Thing (That Never Happened)

That's what Tay(lor) looks like by the way, in the video that goes along with this chapter

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I was sitting outside Luke's house. I hadn't been to the hospital for 6 days. Well, I had but there was always someone in his room meaning he was awake so I couldn't see him. Tomorrow he was allowed to leave, so I was planning on going tonight before closing hours.

I thought it was bad enough sitting outside Luke's house with him there but knowing he wasn't killed me inside, knowing he was in the hospital because of me. It felt like my heart was a voodoo doll, getting needles stabbed into it and manipulated by the person who held it. That person was Luke Hemmings.

I stood and went over to the side of the house. I looked around before stepping on the small little box and jumping over the wall. I stood in the over grown backyard before going around to the backdoor.

Luke never locked the back door. Usually I hated him for it but now I was thanking him. I went inside and saw the front room. I decided I should at least try and clean up before Luke gets home. I grabbed a dust pan and broom before starting to sweep up the broken glass.

I only got a few sweeps in before I realized that I would never be able to get done cleaning in silence. I took out my phone and unplugged the headphones. I opened up the music player app and clicked shuffle and hitting The Best Thing (That Never Happened) by We Are The In Crowd.

“So toxic, you ain't nothin' but a prick.

I'm the best thing that never happened to you.

Never, never, never, you are never gonna live this down.

Life's too short, I can't fake it anymore.”

I think the song was the complete opposite of Luke and I’s relationship. It was more like I was the worst thing that ever happened to him. 

I danced around the room while I cleaned. I was careful not to get any glass stuck in my hand or anywhere for that matter.

After I cleaned up the glass I managed to pick up all of the dirty clothes and get them in the wash before heading back to the front room to clean up the rest of the broken things.

The rest of the house wasn’t too dirty, then again I hadn’t checked all of it yet. I left the bedroom for last. I stood by the door with my hand on the handle. I had a bad feeling about what I would see. I took one last breath before turning the handle and stepping into the room.

All over the floor was blood. On the walls, Luke had managed to put as many pictures as he could of me up. I looked around to see what he had cut himself on. That’s when my eyes found the door to the bathroom. 

The light was still on, so when I walked in I could see all of the blood. It covered the counter and the floor. There was even a hand print on the mirror and what looks like a smudge next to it where his nose most had been pressed.

Laying in the sink, were razors.

“No...”

I woke up sitting in the bathroom of Luke's house. I had forgot what happened until I looked down at my arm and the memory of what happened came back to me within a second. 

I picked up the razor before shining it in the light. I remembered the feeling of it breaking through my skin well. I then held out my arm and pressed the blade to it. I lightly traced the words “Luke Hemmings” before going back and cutting through the skin.

I fell to the floor, I didn’t feel sad. I didn’t feel happy. I didn’t feel regret. I just felt nothing. I laid sat against the wall before I closed my eyes.