Muke Oneshots || boyxboy

No One Left

~trigger warning~

-Luke POV-

It's not something I want to do; rather, something that I have to. Something that should've been done a long time ago.

But first, I text the only person who kind of likes me. My boyfriend. All I text him is one word.

Bye

I feel bad for leaving him, but I'm sure everyone else will be pleased.

There's really no one left to care for me. My parents, dead. My (old) best friends, out of contact. My teachers/classmates, I'm sure there'll be a few fake tears, but they'll get over it.

I grip the belt in my palm tighter. There's no one left who cares. Except, maybe Michael. But he can manage without me. He has other friends. He'll get over it, and move on.

I look down back at the belt and make my final decision. My grip tightens as I take into account what I'm doing.

But I must do so.

I cautiously unravel it. As I do, I hear my phone go off about 20 times. I just ignore it.

I wrap the belt around my neck, with the buckle in front. My hands shake as I slide the other end through it.

I pull it through as far as it will go without hurting me. I take a deep breath and think once again about why I'm doing this.

Stated simply, there's no one left. No one who cares for me. Michael's dating me because he feels sorry for me, I'm sure. Poor little depressed gay kid. My friends most likely left because they hated me. Maybe now Mikey can talk to them again, without me being a burden.

No one cares enough to be here. No one cares that Luke is about to kill himself.

I shake my head at how pathetic my life is. I'm worthless. So why not just get rid of me now. The sooner the better.

I yank the belt farther through, and it tightens around my neck. I can't breath. Perfect.

I clumsily fasten it, puncturing the leather with the buckle. My lungs scream for air. It serves them right for ever talking.

There's no one left who cares. No one cares enough to be here. Are my last thoughts before I black out.

However the last thing I see, is Michael busting down the door. A wild, desperate look in his eyes. One of fear.

-

I feel warmth next to my body before I even open my eyes. It feels comforting. As I get a better grasp on reality, I realise that it is not just a warmth. It's a person.

I can feel they're cuddled into my side, a hand on my chest. The other is wrapped around us both.

I immediately shrink into their heat, automatically curling up beside them. Previously, I'd been lying rigid. Now, it feels more natural.

It is then I notice that I actually don't know where I am. I open my eyes, and am met with unfamiliar surroundings.

A dark room with the curtains drawn, though it's obviously night-time. The clock says 2:03. It's not all dark, though. There are blinking lights everywhere.

There are tubes coming out of my arm. Am I in the hospital? Why? I feel extremely confused, and a little worried. Hospitals scare me. I start to get really nervous.

I look to my left, and see a mop of messy balck hair. Mikey. He can protect me.

I pull him closer, wrapping my arm around his torso.