Luke's P.O.V
I lay awake staring at the clock.
2:13
I can't stop thinking about Delilah. I need to get to her.
2:14
Why was I such an ass..? I didn't know half the stuff she goes through. I want to help her. Help her through her depression. Help her through her life.
2:16
But instead I just keep pushing her away.
I need to make it up to her.
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It's 3:02 now, I start up my black ford. My car glides through the darkness, stopping at a tiny white house.
I sigh, questioning whether I should get out or not. I ignore my negative thoughts and walk to the front door.
'Am I really doing this?' I ask myself shaking my head.
I hesitantly knock on the red door of the perfect tiny white house. At 3:15 in the morning, wearing only sweatpants and a Holister sweatshirt.
The door opens.
Delilah's P.O.V
*****Minutes Before*****
I sit on the cold tile floor. Warm blood trickles down my fresh cut. I promised myself I wouldn't do this anymore. But here I am again.
There's a knock on the door.
"What the hell?" I say aloud to myself.
I wrap a towel around my cuts and wipe the tears from my eyes. The blood sinks into the white towel spreading throughout it.
I cautiously walk to the front door opening it slowly. But I wish I hadn't, because the person at the door is someone I did not wanna see.
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Sorry i know it's short kinda got writers block...
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Delilah{Luke Hemmings}
FanfictionThere was one pill. Sitting there on my nightstand, just waiting to be taken. I wanted to, I knew that one pill would show me the light. I knew it would all be over, all the pain, the memories, the tears. It would all be gone. But something was keep...
