•Luke•
The week's blurred together after that. Nothing really went in, all I remembered was trying to make it through the week at school, I remembered meeting up with Michael but nothing seemed fun anymore. I remembered everything getting more and more difficult, more stressful, making me wonder if I could make it. I would constantly abuse alcohol, turning up at Michael's house at 3am crying. I would constantly feel the pain I deserved.
It was a Friday night and I'd had another nightmare. I was crying and sat cross legged on my bed with the bottle of pills out in front of me. I don't know what possessed me to do it. I don't know if I wanted to succeed. I don't know if I wanted to die. But in that moment everything was going to stop.
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•Michael•
Luke had been upset and not himself for over a month. He often showed up at my house at 3am, drunk, saying he wasn't worth it, saying he'd done something stupid. He wasn't himself.
I had never realised that he felt like this. I never realised he had gotten so bad until I got the phone call late on Friday night.
"Michael it's Luke's mum... you need to come right now," but I've never met her. Oh god what's happened "Luke is in hospital."
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a/n so fkin short but oH MY GOD I HATEMYSELF
~Teddy
