Lost Kids (a.i.)

eighteen

You can do it, just step out and you'll be free for now.

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Every night for a week or so, Luke went out to the library reading hundreds of books a night. Then around five thirty am, he'd arrive home with ten more books. The blonde then would pass out on the couch. I couldn't take watching him everyday trudge around. He was forced to work all afternoon and he could barely hold his little head up. Her blue eyes were losing their color.

Finally, October 7th I yelled at him. Demanding he stopped going, I didn't need his help. I would be absolutely fine here alone. I was getting stronger. Luke didn't even argue, he simple flopped in the couch and his eyes glued shut, heavy breaths leaving his mouth.

I shuffle over to the coat closet, grabbing an extra blanket and throw it over him. I then make my way back to the kitchen, where I set a chair I front of the stove clock. The time ticking down until midnight. I was going to use every second I could out of this house.

12:48am

"Hello Wen!" A rasping voice spooks behind me.

"Jesus Christ, Ash! You scared the living daylight out of me!" I hit his arm playfully. After he avoided me for a day or two, we had gone back to friends. We were getting closer, I had never had a friend like him. A real friend that is, one I could trust.

"Hey, I'm just here to hang out with you!" His voice croaks, his hands fumbling through the cabinets for a cup.

12:53am

He takes a sip of his water, clearly his morning voice. "Why is Luke down here?"

"He was, erm going to go out for a walk, I don't know. You've seen how tired he's been, he just passed out in the couch." I explain, losing my attention on the ticking time.

"Yeah, he's been weird. Probably just hormones. I was very strange when I was 15-16." He chuckles, ruffling his crazy curly hair.

"I can imagine. Little ash with his cracking voice." I laugh out.

"Oh, I though I was so cool with my stupid fringe. Long story short, I regret everything." He rubs his eyes, the sleeves of his oversized sweater balled in his fist.

"Don't we all though?"

"That is true. It's 12:01 by the way." His long finger taps on the glass of the clock. I look at it in disbelief. My eyes wide, a huge grin on my face. I run, run out of the house to the front fence. He trails behind me slowly. I take my breath, I would be free. I unhitched the lock and swing the gate open, it creaks, thirsting for oil.

"You can do it, just step out and you'll be free for now." He encourages. Ashton's hot breath nearly on the back of my neck. I take a step, walking out of the house borders. Not getting trapped in my bubble, I was free.

"Ashton!" I jump up excitingly. "Let's go." Without a second thought, I grab his hand and pull him behind me. Running around the streets. "Look at this! In free. Look in finally free for once." I cry happily.

"You look your best free and happy, Wendy. I've never seen you look more beautiful." Ashton adds, smiling with me. I blush, my cheeks getting a warm from his compliment." Where to, before we go back to get ready for the day of course?"

"I have to go to the cemetery. Where I was buried. I just have to." I state, my hands fiddling together.

"Okay, let's go." I pull his hand in mine, leading him. I take the shortcut, through the empty lots. It isn't far from home.

We enter, it was completely deserted.
Not even a soul there, wandering around aimlessly. Finding my headstone, a cheap piece of concrete where my head lay six feet under. I drop to my knees. There were flower lets everywhere. Only one caught my eye though, the yellow tulip. It was my favorite to look at. So colorful and full of life and happiness. Only Caspar, my old boyfriend at the time if my death, knew this.

What made my tears flow harder than ever is, he had passed too. Just another reason I had to go. I knew he had made it to heaven, no doubt about it.

I rub the green stem between my fingers. Ashton silently stands behind me, patting my back. I was in hysterics, my breath hitching every other breath in. My forehead pressed against the cold stone. Slowly, my tears begin to dry out. I was done, I had my time.

I pick up the single flower and float it in the air. Twirling my hands around it, I place it in a permeant freeze. It will last as long as I last.

"Okay let's go." I sniffle, walking confidently out of the gloomy setting.

"What's special about that flower?" Bandana boy questions, knowing everything I had, had it's out special meaning.

"My good friend brought it, he's passed too. He brought it from the gardens of Heaven, the new Eden." I sigh, leaning into the foreign friend.

"Oh, that was sweet of him" he admits.

1:37am

"Yeah, he's a good guy."

{yayy so it's finally October 8th, wen's death day where she can roam freely for the day. Now if it came as a shock that Caspar was dead, check out the chapter where the boys search her and luke reads out the names of who died, yeah.

I had a dream I met Michael and I was like "dang my phones dead. How am I suppose to show my brother?" (My brother is a fan too, I created him) and Michael was like come with me. And he led me to the hotel and I got to charge my phone and I called my brother and he came and we went to the movies. It was great.

Fun facts My brother is 11, and he will be taller than all of 5sos when he gets older.

Love you -srd}