Heaven & Hell

Alone

+Luke's POV+

I ran as fast as I could away from him. How could he do this to me? You never tell someone that you love them and then go off with someone else.

He made me believe a rotten lie. I don't need him.

He called my name back there - but I didn't want to answer him. I couldn't fight him. I was speechless.

I ran back home, it was only around the corner. It was dark outside now.

I ran until I found my house and slammed the door shut.

I ran upstairs and into my room, and locked the door. I climbed onto my bed and the tears that were on my face were now all over my white pillow.

How could he do that to me?

But why do I care anyway.. he doesn't care about me anymore. Actually, I'm not sure if he ever cared. He was just trying to use me.

What a dick.

My red eye was focused on the razor lying on my carpet. I gazed at it. Relief was lying on front of me.

I sat on my bed for a while, and I told myself that I wouldn't do it - for Michael.

But... he doesn't care about me anymore. I feel useless.

I was having a panic attack, and I had to reassure myself that everything would turn out okay in the end.

But it wasn't working - because I knew it wasn't true. Nothing was going to go the way I need it to right now.

I picked the razor up and looked at it. Through my eyes, it was my best friend, but also my worst enemy. It can take power over me.

My hands shook where the razor was placed.

I didn't want to do this - really - for Michael.

I don't even know why, because he lied to me.

Tears rolled down my red cheeks. I lift up my sleeves gently, but then I was frightened by the sound of the door slamming. My heart skipped a beat - but I ignored it. My door was locked. Nobody could betray me anymore. I heard angels are very beautiful. Maybe I'll become one.

Besides, it's not like I'll be remembered, Michael forgot about me.

I saw the handle on my door going down but not opening. I heard a kick on the door, and a scream. It was him. Michael. "Open the fucking door! Please!"

I didn't answer.

"Luke, I'm sorry!"

He paused every few seconds, clearly waiting for a response to know if I was okay.

"Luke, please. I- I'm such an idiot, okay? I'm sorry about all of this. This was never my plan. Yeah, I'm a fucking dick, I know, but will you please open the door?"

I didn't answer him.

"Luke?" He sobbed.

"Ugh, I need to sit down." He said to himself.

"Are you okay? Hello?"

There was a short silence.

"Luke...?"

// A U T H O R S N O T E \\

I'm in a bus surrounded by everyone in my year and listening to ed lolol

Its just as well the girl beside me didnt ask what it was i was writing

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