Letters to Luke || 5SOS #Wattys2015

- 22 - L u k e - My Love

- Tuesday, April 10th -

 

I was woken to the sound of my phone ringing. It was early still, so early that it was still dark outside. But the other boys and Nora were already awake, watching TV. I answered my phone blearily.

“Hello?”

“LUKE! Lyra’s in trouble! I can-”

That woke me up fast.

“Wait. What? What do you mean Lyra’s in trouble?”

“What?” Nora said. The others were paying attention to me now.

“I mean I can’t find her! I couldn’t sleep,l so I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back Lyra was gone and a note in her place, an-”

“Oh. Ok, so she had to go somewhere? Stop hitting me Michael.”

“Put her on speaker and I will.”

Before I could, Roxie kept talking.

“No Luke. It’s three A.M in the fucking morning, nowhere is open. I read it I read i, expecting some like, joke or prank or something, but. . .but. . .Luke it’s a suicide note.”

I froze. No. This couldn’t be happening. Michael was poking me, but I didn’t feel anything. Roxie kept talking, but all I could hear was a dreadful ringing in my ears. My vision tunneled. I felt my phone get taken from me, and let it go. All I could think about was Lyra. Lya, beautiful, sassy, artistic, perfect Lyra. The girl I had hopelessly fallen in love with, the girl who- wait. In love? The ringing in my ears cleared, the world came back into sight sharper than it had ever been. All the color were too bright, the sounds were too loud, it was like living in High Definition. I stood up.

“We need to find her.” I said. “She can’t die.” I started walking to the door.

“Luke, where are you going?”

“To find her Ashton, where else?”

“Wait a second. Let’s make a plan, we’ll cover more ground that way. Okay?”

“Fine, but make it fast.”

“Roxie?”

“Right. Umm. . Luke, you remember that bridge? The small one that’s not super busy? Try there. The water isn’t deep-”

I didn’t stay to hear anything else. I knew where the bridge was. It was close enough to walk to from the hotel.

As I walked I thought about Lyra. Did I really love her? She was beautiful. She had beautiful green eyes and silky blonde hair, and her skin, though pale, had a healthy glow to it.

But her looks were just a bonus really. She was so caring and loving. She cared for her sister so much, and refused to let her go into foster care, even though they only fought. She couldn’t believe anyone was all bad. She was so innocent that way. Plenty, too many, people would take advantage of that.

And when I heard about what Isabella had done, and what she did at the park, I just wanted to tell her off, prove her wrong. I wanted to fly right over here to America, and give Lyra and hug her, and tell her everything would be okay, and it would all work out like it’s meant to, even though I wasn’t sure of that myself.

Every time I heard about her parents abuse, or her grandparents attitude towards her, I just wanted to tell them to stop, and ask them what was wrong with them, and why they hated Lyra, and then take her, and Marie too, if that’s what Lyra wanted, and have them come live with me over in Australia and be far, far away from that poisonous environment known as their parents house.

Wow. I guess I really do love Lyra. I didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with someone without ever meeting them in real life, but that’s exactly what happened to me. I tried to pinpoint the exact time I actually fell in love, and decided it must have been around All Hallows Eve. I don’t know why, but I felt that that’s the time. From the very first letter, it was obvious that Lyra was different. Roxie too, but I focused mostly on Lyra. And when I saw her in person the first time, sleeping soundly on the couch in the hotel, I  felt so bad about pranking her. Then, later that morning, when I saw her all covered in whipped cream and silly string, I realized that, when she was caught off her guard, seen from afar,  not dressed up all fancy but rather concentrating on something and not paying attention to her surroundings, she was the most beautiful that she could ever be. I decided that there was nothing better than seeing her happy.

But she wasn’t happy now. She was contemplating suicide. And I couldn’t let her get away from me. Not now. . . not ever.

And then I saw her. Her back was to me, standing on the rail of that bridge, and her arms were out, like she was about to fly. I heard her phone playin a song, but didn’t register what song it was. All that mattered was that I had found her, and she was alive.

“LYRA!”

I started running to her, and saw her knees bend in preparation to jump.

“NO!”

I jumped and pulled her down. We hit a bench, her then me, and then rolled to the ground. When we came to a stop, I was on top of her. I realized I was probably crushing her and quickly got to my knees. I put my hands on her face. She was cold as ice. I couldn’t take this.

“No. No Lyra, don’t do this to us. Don’t do this me. you can’t die. I love you.”

I felt her go faint in my arms.

“No. No, no, no, no, no. Wake up, please wake up.”

“Luke! Who is- What. Oh my gods, Lyra!”

I looked up and saw Marie running to me. She fell to her knees next to me.

“Call someone. Call Roxie or the hospital or. .or anyone! Get help!” I told her.

“I can’t! I don’t have a phone!”

“Here, use mine.” I reached into my pocket, only to find it empty. I realized I had left it at the hotel. “I don’t have it. Someone took it from me and I didn’t get it back before I left.”

“Damn it. What. Where;s that music coming from?”

“Lyra’s phone. . . LYRA’S PHONE! It’s on the rail!”

Marie got up and stopped the music.

“I’m calling the hospital before anyone else. First and foremost, she needs professional help.”

I let her call, and when the ambulance came up, we both got in and rode to the hospital in it. We waited in the waiting room without protest. We hugged each other while we wait, and when the others came in, they joined the hug.

What felt like years later, a nurse came to us.

“It doesn’t look good. You can come say goodbye, just in case, but be prepared for the worst.”

I went in, looked at her, and left again. She was so pale. . an idea started forming in my mind. If he was going to die…

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A/N: One Chapter and the epilogue left guys. . I’m so excited! It’s going to be finished by Friday. . my first real book. . Once it’s done, I’ll go back and edit it, because there are plenty of spelling and grammar errors, but nothing major! I have two questions for you guys: A ship name? I got one from freakishlygeorgia, Lyke, and I really like it. What do you guys think of it? and Finally, would you guys like me to make a playlist of all the songs I used in this book? I’ll post it after the epilogue, if you do. That’s all!

Song of the Chapter: Blackbird by The Beatles (Is this the only song by them without the word love in it???)

- Kat -

 

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