The Ugly Lucas
A/N: Hello once again lovely readers! I'm having a certain fascination with the show JONAS and I've decided to give it a try on this site. (An angsty try, that is). It's very depressing, so, if you're not up for that stuff, I wouldn't read this. Reviews are appreciated.
Summary: He briefly wonders if there are any other options besides suicide, but then remembers he's considered all of them and that it's too late anyways. Dying was definitely his only choice.
Disclaimer: I do not own the show JONAS or Kevin Lucas.
He never thought he was ugly until he heard their comments. Their snide remarks about how disgusting he was.
At first, he tried to think nothing of it. (Everyone had their opinions, after all). He ignored the haters and concentrated on his fans-the ones that truly loved him. (They were the ones that mattered, right)?
But resistance can only last for so long before one side breaks down.
Now he's about to cry. All he can think about how lonely and fat and ugly he is. His body is shaking and he can't take it anymore. He takes his weapon (his brilliant escape) and holds it to his wrist.
The touch of the blade is cool and sharp. He's a little scared, but he'll be okay. It'll be all okay once the job is finished.
A small sob escapes his lips as he drives the knife into his skin. He didn't expect it to sting so much, you see. It hurts a lot, but he keeps going. Over and over again until the sight of his own blood sickens him.
He gags and drops the knife, clutching on to the side of the bathroom toilet for support. His vision is swirling, his breath his ragged. He knows death is only a minute away.
The thought of dying is enough to make him sob. He can't tell whether he's tormented by the thought of his life ending, or that he's happy that his nightmare-his hell- will be over.
He closes his eyes and slumps against the tub, feeling all consciousness leave him. Heat is leaving his cheeks and the blood on his arms has fallen onto his torso and legs, making him shiver at the warmth. It's quite ironic, actually.
He briefly wonders if there are any other options besides suicide, but then remembers he's considered all of them and that it's too late anyways. Dying was definitely his only choice.
Then he wonders if anyone will call him the Ugly Jonas in heaven.