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Lucas has suicidal thoughts

prompt from a Quotev user, OLIVE REBECCA

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Name: Michelle Coleman

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~SOME PARTS WILL SEEM RUSHED, BUT IT'S A CATCH UP OF PREVIOUS 5 YEARS~

~LUCAS AND MICHELLE ARE 17 IN THIS FIC~

~T/W!!!! MENTIONS OF SUICIDE!!! MENTIONS OF SUICIDE!!!!~

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Lucas trudged into school and hefted his schoolbag onto his shoulder, seeing as it began to slip. He frowned when he saw his old friend, Jacob, laughing with his other friend, Harrison. They were with Lucas' ex Bella from 6 years ago. When Lucas and his family had come back from Thailand, Thomas had been diagnosed with anxiety. Simon was too young to understand what had happened, so he was fine. Lucas was fine as well for a couple of months when he was showing signs of depression. His parents took him in to get checked and it was proved that he had severe depression and night terrors. His girlfriend, Bella, broke up with him because she said "he was a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. And I can't deal with it." Then walked off and stole his friends by saying that he hit her once. Jacob already knew Lucas was fragile, so he backed off to give him space but ended up completely leaving him for Bella. Harrison was Bella's brother, so he naturally stayed with her instead. 2 years later, Lucas didn't improve. Because of his night terrors, he became an insomniac. He ended up passing out once in school and falling asleep for 12 hours. When he was sent to a support group, he met Michelle Coleman. She was there for a drinking problem rehab thing. When he was sat with her, he couldn't help but be struck by her beauty.

~your pov~

3 years after yours and Lucas' first encounter at the support group, and you two were a couple. Lucas knew about your drinking problem, so when somebody bought him a small bottle of alcohol for his 17th birthday, Lucas poured himself and you one shot, then tipped it down the sink. You managed to contain yourself enough for you not to go on another alcohol binge like you did 4 years earlier.

However, you could tell that Lucas's depression was taking the upper hand over his mental state at the minute and you were very cautious around him, for anything could set him off. You two were sat watching a tv show when he suddenly said, "What would you do if I killed myself?" you spat out your tea and swore as you brushed it off your top. "Nothing. Because I wouldn't let you do it." Lucas just hummed and got a cloth from the kitchen.

He brought it up again 2 weeks later. "Lucas, what is your obsession?" You snapped at him, already having a bad day. "Because I want to know if you would miss me or not!" You reeled back as if you had been slapped. "Of course I would fucking miss you! What kind of stupid question is that?!" You and Lucas didn't speak for the rest of that day.

Over the course of 4 months, you slowly introduced your body to alcohol again. You could take a small sip a night and slowly progress it into a cup, then a glass... extra. You and Lucas had a small drink (small enough to drive still) when you realized you had no milk. "Hey, Lucas? I'm going to get some milk from the shops! I'll be 20 minutes or so!" You yelled through the house. "Ok! See ya!" You walked out and to the car. You managed to get halfway up the road when you looked for your bag... which wasn't in the car. "SHIT!!!" You yelled before making a U-turn and driving back to the house. When you walked in, you could tell something was wrong immediately. You walked into Lucas' room to see if he was on his XBOX when you saw a piece of paper.

YN. Seeing as your the only one here at the minute since mum's away with the boys and dad with my nana, I hope it's you who reads this because I can't tell my mum, it'd break her heart. You know my depression has gotten really bad over the past few weeks and I have been asking questions on suicide. I want to stop. I want the constant nightmares to stop, the choking to stop. Yn, all I see is water... I'm so sick of it. I can't cope anymore. I love you forever, you deserve somebody who isn't broken. Lucas, xx.

You dropped the letter in shock before looking all around the house and finding Lucas in the bathroom, in the floor with his wrists slit.

You called 999 and panicked about what happened and tried to revive Lucas. You could still hear a fluttery heart beat.

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When you and Lucas were in the hospital, you interrogated him. He just started to cry. You pulled him through for a hug and let him cry on your shoulder. "Why are you helping me? I'm broken." He sniffed. "Because, Lucas, you helped me through my issues. Now, I'm going to help you with yours."

And then you kissed him.