Forgetting Luke

This is a typical love story. You have the protagonist. The new girl at school who's extremely pretty and whatnot, who secretly has depression. Her name is Suzy. You have the hopeless romantic who the protagonist 'falls in love' with. His name is Luke. You have the best friend, called Naomi. The best friends soulmate, Michael. The bullies. The boyfriends friends. Just a load of friends. You have the new home, the dead family member, the 'overprotective' mother who really doesn't care. Then there's the twist. This love story isn't perfect, in fact it might be the opposite of one. This is how Suzy, our protagonist, forgot Luke. (Thanks to all of my co-authors: Suzy_Hemmings, ShortPrincessa and Emress for working with me and helping me with my very first Movella) Updates any time from Friday-Sunday (hopefully) (Outfits for story on Polyvore)


36. Sometimes a promise isn't enough

Suzy's Pov

"So what chapter of my life are we going to look at next?" I asked Luke, curious at what is to come. It's not everyday you get to relive the life you've forgotten.

He looked at the ground in almost sadness, earning a confused look to appear from my face. Did something bad happen? 

"Luke?" He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes and sucked in a shaky breath.

"I was going to properly introduce you to the group, but then I realised that they all hate me and also we have something else we need to talk about."

"Luke? What are you talking about? Please explain." I begged, the sight of him making me want to burst into tears.

"Just read this." He replied, handing me a slip of paper. He turned his head, not daring to look.

I lifted the crumpled note in my hand and smoothed it out so that it was legible. My breath got stuck in my throat.


Dear Susannah,

I just can't do it. I can't live with my body any more. Life just takes my breath away, and not in the good way. Please don't ever forget me, but don't waste your life sulking for me. Or mum. She never really cared. But always remember that I love you.

Your amazing at guitar Suzy, you really are. One day your gonna be up on that stage in front of thousand, maybe even millions, of crazy (a good crazy) fans who love and adore you. People will compare you to all the greats; John Lennon, Dave Grohl, even Ed Sheeran! You have an amazing talent and a bright future ahead of you. So when the opportunity comes I want you to grab it and take it and never ever let go. Don't make the same mistakes that I did. Be kind, be amazing, maybe modest and a little sarcastic, but always be you. Never trade you life for the world.

You were all I ever needed to get through, but my mind can't cope. Please don't blame yourself for what you could find behind this door,

I love you, always,



"Maya? Luke who's suicide note is this? What does this have to do with me?" I cried, all the questions running through my head at once.

"She was your sister, Suzy. She died on January 3rd 2006 at the age of 17 when you were only 12. She had depression and was addicted to nicotine. When she was 15 she was diagnosed with lung cancer and you found her dead by suicide in the bathtub 2 years later. Suzy, I didn't write this down when you told me this. I was't taking notes on your backstory. No. I remembered it. Every single bit of it. Because I knew how much she meant to you and how much you meant to her. I met her when I was... ill. I don't know whether it was real or not, but she wanted you to be happy. So we need to try harder or her life will have gone to waste."

I felt a tear slip out my eye.

"I want to meet my mum." was my only reply.

I have never regretted something more.

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