Broken Wings

Chapter 31: Suicide

"I'm so defeated I just want this shit to end." - The Chainsmokers

Sasha

When I became conscious the next morning, I realized I wasn't where in the same place I was last night when I fell asleep.

"Sasha?" Chris voice rang in my ears.

I turned around to face him. His eyes were a bit teary and red, as if he had been crying.

"How did─wha─did Luke tell you where I was?" I glanced around the room and realized I was in my bedroom.

"Yes, he did. But we're not sure he's okay."

"What do you mean?"

"Sasha, listen." Chris held my shoulders still.

"What?"

He said nothing for while.

"Damn it, Chris! What is it?"

"When you told Luke you never wanted to see him again, he took it serious. Far too serious, actually," he explained.

"What do you mean? Far too serious?"

He took a huge breath. "He attempted suicide, Sasha."

I ran as fast as I could down the hall to find that one certain room. I was running into nurses and patients who either gave me the glare or yelled at me to slow down. But I could have cared less about anyone else at the moment.

"Sasha, slow down!" Chris hollared.

The door was wide open when I reached it and his entire family was crowded around him.

I noticed Jesse standing beside Vi, all sorts of emotions crossed his face; confusion, sadness, regret and grievous. It took me a second to breathe before I stepped in the room.

"Luke!" I cried out and squirmed between a sobbing Mrs. Kendrick and a sniffling Mr. Kendrick.

Luke

"Luke!"

"Luke!"

I didn't know if I was dreaming or not. But I could hear her calling my name.

"Luke, please wake up! I'm so sorry," she pleaded sobbingly.

In that moment, I wanted to open my eyes. So I did. For the girl I love.

I flickered them wide open and her beautiful dejected and sorrowful face arose in
front of me.

God, please let this not be a dream. Let this be real.

"Luke? Luke." She breathed out my name so tenderly.

Her eyes were red and her face was wet from the tears she didn't even bother wiping off her face. She took a huge breath when she realized my eyes were open.

"Hi, Sasha," I greeted her softly.

Just the vision of her made me the happiest man alive. This was real.

"Oh, Luke. I'm so sorry," she apologized.

"Don't blame yourself, sweetheart. It was all my fault." I gently wiped her wet cheeks with my thumb.

"I'm sorry for treating you that way," I confessed my guilt.

She situated her head on my chest as I pulled her in.

Oh, that comfortable touch I miss so much.

As I held her in my arms, more guilt rose inside me. I instantly regretted attempting what I had done, how much more pain I would've put her through. It's about time I get my head out of my ass for once.