-Luke's POV-
I run into the room to see my baby sister. Well, i guess she's not much of a baby anymore, she's almost 18. That makes me realize that I still have to get Aria her birthday gift, her birthday is so close, December 24th.
She's always been so proud to share such a huge birthday. It's not only Christmas Eve but it's also Louis from one direction's birthday. And now she might not even live to be 18.
I watch her as the heart monitor silently beeps, the only way to tell if she's alive or dead.
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-Ashton's POV-
I quietly walk into the room to see two sleeping beauties lying down. Luke has three chairs lined up and his feet still dangle off the edge. Aria is peacefully passed out in her hospital bed, dead to the world.
"Luke." I say, shaking his shoulder gently.
"What?" He grumbles.
"I booked us two rooms at the hotel just down the road if you want to go check in. They're both under Ashton Irwin." I tell him as he sits up and nods.
"Okay, I'll bring Cal and Mikey, god knows how bored they are. All they have to think about is my sister." He says, grabbing his coat and leaving me alone with his little sister.
I sit in the cushioned couch on the other side of the room.
"Hey Aria, so I know that this was, is, all my fault, and I'm not looking for you to accept my apologies. I just want you to know that sitting here while you're in that bed there, dead to the world, it's pure torture for me. I've never cared for anyone as much as I care for you. My little sister and brother moved away eons ago to be with my aunt and uncle in America. I really don't know what id do if you die. I think I might go back to the old me, the one who couldn't do anything. You already know that I used to cut, and I'd probably start again if you die. Please don't die Aria, you mean the world to me." I say as tears fall down my cheeks.
I collapse into a worthless pile of tears as I think of all of the wrong I've done her. She means so much to me, it can't end now, her life is just beginning.
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One week later, a.k.a December 18th
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-Luke's POV-
I walk into the room for the hundredth time. This is it, the last day they're giving her life support. I can't believe this. She's going to die. There's no way to save her now.
I feel hot tears rolling down my face and lay down in bed next to the lifeless figure that was once my sister.
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I wake up hours later, upset that I wasted my sisters last day alive. I watch as her chest rises and falls, savouring her last few minutes of life. A doctor walks in and sits down. It's almost time.
There's nothing you can do. My brain tells me.
Yes there is. I tell the voice.
No there isn't. My brain tells me once again as I plant a final kiss on my sisters body.
The doctor places his hand on the plug, holding it there for a moment, I swear I can see a tear in his eyes, and he pulls it.
-Aria's POV-
I see white, so much white, as something fades into my view.
"Hello Aria." Two voices say at the last time. On my left, are Ashton and Luke, who smile warmly. On my right, are my demons, who look like me in every way possible, down to the last stray hair.
"Who do you need more in your life Aria? Me or yourself?" Ashton asks me.
"I don't know Ash." I say as he walks toward me.
"Well maybe this can persuade you." He says as his lips crash against mine, and everything fades to black.
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BULLY-a.i-l.h
FanfictionBully- bul•ly noun A person who uses strength or power to intimidate those who are weaker. Aria Rose Hemmings, or Aria Rose Carter as she's known, or unknown as on weekdays from 8 a.m to 3 p.m, is the sister of Luke Hemmings, only nobody knows that...