Weightless - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 17

The day passed slower than ever, all that was on my mind was Luke. I spent the majority of it completely isolated, keeping to myself with my earphones.

"Hey freak." Someone whispered in my ear, pushing me against the wall. My face pressed hard against the cold brick wall, as someone's body pushed hard into my back.

"Let me go!" I pleaded, struggling under their grip.

"Not so fast, princess." Michael laughed, his hot breath hitting my ear.

"Michael, get off me." I begged, trying my best to get free. He laughed at my feeble attempts, pushing me harder into the wall.

"Loosen up princess, you're always so tense." He smirked, pressing his lips to the soft skin of my neck.

"Michael, what the fuck?" I heard someone shout. Melissa.

"Um, this is my girlfriend. Rose." He said quickly, letting me go for a second before pulling me into his side.

"You're with Michael?" She asked, and I quickly shook my head.

"No, that's not it at all!" I said loudly, pushing him off me.

"Why're you lying Rose? The hickey on your neck tells a different story." He smirked and I turned to him.

"Screw you, you really think I want it?" I yelled.

"I thought you were different Rose, I really did." She whispered, before walking off.

"Melissa, wait!" I called, but she kept walking.

"Aw Rose, looks like nobody believes you." He laughed, before he walked off in the opposite direction. I pressed my back against the wall, slowly sliding down onto my knees. I buried my face into my hands, tears beginning to fall. I ran a hand through my hair, wondering what I was going to do. A loud sob erupted from my chest, another one following shortly after.

I sat there for a while, tears pouring down my face. I didn't move, every single part of me was falling apart.

"Rose?" I heard someone ask softly. I looked up to see Luke standing there, his own eyes watering.

"Luke!" I cried, jumping up and throwing my arms around him. I noticed his body stiffen, as he took a step back slowly.

"You lied to me." He whispered, a single tear falling. I watched it roll down his cheek, before falling from his jaw and onto his shirt.

"Is this Michael, you have to let me explain!" I exclaimed, but he just shook his head.

"Rose, just don't." He said, and I felt myself becoming desperate.

"Luke, you can't believe him over me. You can't!" I cried out, but he just slowly shook his head.

"I really liked you Rose, and it was so hurtful for you to pretend you liked me too. I looked at you like you were the only girl who ever existed. You were the only one who mattered to me, nothing and nobody has ever given me that feeling of pure joy that I got when you smiled. You were all I wanted, all I needed. How could you make me feel like that, and feel nothing yourself?" He said, before walking past me and leaving me there alone. I grabbed my backpack, throwing it over my shoulder and rushing out the school gates. I was full-on sobbing as I ran home, not caring how awful I looked. I slammed open the front door, running upstairs. I threw myself onto my bed, sobbing into the pillow.

"Fuck!" I screamed, sitting up and throwing the pillow at the wall. It fell onto the floor, as I grabbed my bag and tipped it's contents onto my bed. I scrambled through the mess, desperate to find the small blade I kept in there. My hand clasped around it, bringing it to my wrist. I slowly sliced open the skin, crying harder as the blood started to bubble up to the surface.

I watched it drip down my arm, onto my bedsheets. I didn't care about the mess I was creating, I was too busy hurting inside. I finally put the blade down, my arm now a bloody mess. Finally, after an eternity of sitting in silence, I stood up.

My whole body was shaking as I grabbed the piece of paper and a pen. I scribbled down words, my writing messy but legible. When I was done, I grabbed the contents of my bag, and shoved them back into my backpack. I packed what I needed and just as I was about to leave, I remembered something. I grabbed the engraved box from under my bed and shoved it into my bag. Then I walked slowly downstairs. Taking one last look at the house I'd grown up in, I closed the front door.

+

Luke's P.O.V.

"She's gone." Finn cried down the phone.

"What do you mean, gone?" I asked, my voice panicked.

"She left a note, sh-she's gone Luke." He said, his voice muffled from crying.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes." I said, quickly ending the call. I broke into a run, my heart beating at a million beats per second. I raced through her front door, colliding with a crying Finn.

"What happened?" I asked, completely out of breath. A piece of paper was shoved into my hands.

'To whoever cares,

I'm leaving. I've caused too much harm here. By the time you've read this, I'll be dead. I have the pills with me now. I hope it doesn't hurt you to know I'm dead, nobody ever cared when I was alive.

Mum, I'm sorry. I was trouble. I was impossible to deal with. I'm the reason Dad died, I drove him to it. With my constant sadness, my silence, my nights of crying, crying, crying. That's why he tried to end it, you see. He couldn't tell you, but I can. I never meant it, any of it, but here we are.

Finn, I'm sorry for being an embarrassment. It must've been hard to put up with having me as a sister. I knew it from the way you looked at me, the way you ignored me, the way you screamed at me. You were always my idol, the one person I wanted to be like. It's sad to know you didn't think the same. At least I'm just a memory now.

Luke, I'm sorry. I was so hopelessly, madly in love with you. I will die being in love with you. Michael and I, it was never a thing. Every single thing he did, it was unwanted. He knew that. I'm sorry I couldn't make you believe me. But I love you, so damn much. I always will.

I'm sorry, but it's better this way.

Rose'

Tears were falling down my face, as I fell to my knees.

"No, this isn't happening." I cried out, my whole body trembling. Someone sat beside me, Finn, crying as hard as I was.

"I loved her, and I lost her." I whispered, closing my eyes tightly and praying this was a dream.

It wasn't.

She was gone.