Sorority Lex chapter 15
This is the un-beta read version, so I take all responsibility for bad spelling/grammar
Authors note: Something terrible happened, I lost the second last and the last chapter, and my backup disk is stuffed, so now, I have nothing, not even a clue to what I wrote, well it could be worse. anyway now I'm inside writing, when I could be tanning my pasty white skin. Now my internet has just cut out. YAY
Well thank you to the two people who reviewed it means a lot to me, I don't know what I would do without them, probably never finish the story.
Here is the chapter for you all.
Lex sat in the study alone, again, he had blown Clark off again, and he was stoned, again. His life became his own personal hell, a tortures existence, something that he didn't want to live anymore.
Lex picked up a pen and began writing in his journal, it was his only way to sort out his emotions, he had been writing in it for years, ever since he left rehab, for the first time.
The book held more words of pain and suffering than any person should endure, yet there were also words of love and joy, feelings Lex felt for Clark, words he might never say to him. In the back there were letters, to anyone, complete strangers, there were hundreds of them, some were to the doctors that treated him after the meteor shower, telling them exactly what he thought of them, in those letters, abuse was all that was written.
His world was falling apart, now he was writing his last letter, to Clark, to Lana, Chloe, Lionel, Mr. and Mrs. Kent, and to his mother. He was writing his last letter to anyone, who meant something in his eyes.
Lex wrote through the night, pages and pages, of words, words of love, and words of hate, anything that came to mind.
As the sun rose, Lex signed the letter and put it in the journal; he wrapped it and told one of the maids to drop it off at the Kent's house, then he dismissed his staff, for a day off.
He walked to his mother's garden where he could watch the sunrise, for the very last time, it would be a beautiful day. Lex took the box he left there last night and opened it, inside there was every drug known to man, he started mixing them together, lethal doses of each.
Once he was finished, he injected the cocktail into his arm, and then waited, closing his eyes he felt the sun on his face, and then drifted off to sleep, never to wake up. A smile creped on his face in the last moments of his life, he was happy, truly happy, beside him, were the drugs, the syringe still in his arm.
~The KENT RESEDENCE~ Clark woke up with a feeling of dread, something was wrong with Lex, It had been bad for months, probably even years, but now there was something else, Clark felt that a part of him had died.
There was a knock at the door, Clark got out of bed and ran down stairs. One of Lex's maids was standing at the door, with a package, wrapped in brown paper. Clark opened the door.
"Mr. Kent, Mr. Luthor asked me to deliver this to you" The maid handed the package over to Clark, who took the package, and thanked the maid, she nodded and left, Clark stood in the doorway, holding the package from Lex. Once the maid's car was out of sight, he went back up to his room, and sat on his bed, carefully opening the package. Inside was a Lex's diary. Clark used to watch Lex write in it every night he would stay over, Lex always looked so innocent when writing in it.
He carefully opened the cover, and looked at the first page. 'Alexander Joseph Luthor' was written in Lex's beautiful neat writing, under it was a picture of an angel drawn in pen, the angel was crying. Clark ran his finger over the drawing. It was so beautiful.
Clark turned to the first entry and began reading, tears fell from his eyes as he went further and further into Lex's mind, the pain and loneliness that Lex lived was almost unbearable.
"I am so sorry Lex" Clark whispered into the journal. When he got to the most recent entries, he found a photo of himself stuck into the journal, and countless drawings some done in the journal itself, with pen, others were done on loose leaf, in charcoal, paint, pencil, fine liner.
Clark never knew Lex could draw, Clark felt that he didn't know Lex at all. Not after reading the journal. He didn't know about the pain he was feeling, even when he was at his happiest. The journal listed how many people he had fucked, even if he couldn't remember their name.
After about 4 hours of reading, he got to the letters, opening the first one; he read the first line then dropped the letter, running at his top speed to the castle, back in his room the letter was still floating to the ground.
'To everyone who meant anything to me,
I am sorry, please forgive me. Clark by the time you get to read this letter, I will be long dead, and I pray there is nothing anyone can do about it.'
~The castle~
Lex looked like he was asleep, his skin slightly warmed by the sun that was now completely embracing him in its warmth. Clark came up to the garden, and saw Lex laying on the swing; he looked like an angel. The left sleeve of his white shirt was rolled up, revealing a syringe in his arm, and beside him was a cocktail of various drugs.
Clark fell to the ground and cried, afraid to touch Lex, incase he would wake.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent had followed Clark in their truck, well more like they guessed where he was going. They pulled up into the castle's driveway, and got out of the car. The castle door was open, so they went in.
After a few minuets they came to the garden, where Lex was laying on the swing, and Clark was crying on the ground next to him.
"Oh my god" Martha said, and she to broke down, held up by Jonathan, who though remained proud, still shed tears from his eyes.
"Clark" Martha whispered, getting out of Jonathan's grip and going over to where her baby was, she knelt down next to him, and took him into a big hug.
It was surreal, Clark was detached from his body, and he was sitting in an art gallery with Lex staring at a painting of a family crying over their fallen son.
"Don't cry Clark, you have to be strong, your destiny is somewhere else, go follow your dreams" Lex's ghost said
"This painting is real, this is us, you were part of our family Lex, and I can't go on without you"
Lex walked behind Clark, and ran his hand over Clark's shoulders, but not touching them; Clark closed his eyes and let his head roll back. The erotic dance of the dead went on. Clark turned to face his lover, ghosting his hands over Lex's face; Lex closed his eyes and smiled. Lex brought his hand up and touch Clarks face, Clark gasped and felt himself go back to his body.
"No please Lex, don't leave me, I need you" Clark begged
"And I'll be here watching you" Lex said, Lex kissed Clark one last time before Clark came back to his body. He became aware of his mothers arms around him, he leaned into her arms and cried harder.
"Goodbye Lex" Clark whispered, then stood up and walked to Lex's bedroom. It was over; their love was the only thing that remained intact. Nothing would be the same again.
This is the un-beta read version, so I take all responsibility for bad spelling/grammar
Authors note: Something terrible happened, I lost the second last and the last chapter, and my backup disk is stuffed, so now, I have nothing, not even a clue to what I wrote, well it could be worse. anyway now I'm inside writing, when I could be tanning my pasty white skin. Now my internet has just cut out. YAY
Well thank you to the two people who reviewed it means a lot to me, I don't know what I would do without them, probably never finish the story.
Here is the chapter for you all.
Lex sat in the study alone, again, he had blown Clark off again, and he was stoned, again. His life became his own personal hell, a tortures existence, something that he didn't want to live anymore.
Lex picked up a pen and began writing in his journal, it was his only way to sort out his emotions, he had been writing in it for years, ever since he left rehab, for the first time.
The book held more words of pain and suffering than any person should endure, yet there were also words of love and joy, feelings Lex felt for Clark, words he might never say to him. In the back there were letters, to anyone, complete strangers, there were hundreds of them, some were to the doctors that treated him after the meteor shower, telling them exactly what he thought of them, in those letters, abuse was all that was written.
His world was falling apart, now he was writing his last letter, to Clark, to Lana, Chloe, Lionel, Mr. and Mrs. Kent, and to his mother. He was writing his last letter to anyone, who meant something in his eyes.
Lex wrote through the night, pages and pages, of words, words of love, and words of hate, anything that came to mind.
As the sun rose, Lex signed the letter and put it in the journal; he wrapped it and told one of the maids to drop it off at the Kent's house, then he dismissed his staff, for a day off.
He walked to his mother's garden where he could watch the sunrise, for the very last time, it would be a beautiful day. Lex took the box he left there last night and opened it, inside there was every drug known to man, he started mixing them together, lethal doses of each.
Once he was finished, he injected the cocktail into his arm, and then waited, closing his eyes he felt the sun on his face, and then drifted off to sleep, never to wake up. A smile creped on his face in the last moments of his life, he was happy, truly happy, beside him, were the drugs, the syringe still in his arm.
~The KENT RESEDENCE~ Clark woke up with a feeling of dread, something was wrong with Lex, It had been bad for months, probably even years, but now there was something else, Clark felt that a part of him had died.
There was a knock at the door, Clark got out of bed and ran down stairs. One of Lex's maids was standing at the door, with a package, wrapped in brown paper. Clark opened the door.
"Mr. Kent, Mr. Luthor asked me to deliver this to you" The maid handed the package over to Clark, who took the package, and thanked the maid, she nodded and left, Clark stood in the doorway, holding the package from Lex. Once the maid's car was out of sight, he went back up to his room, and sat on his bed, carefully opening the package. Inside was a Lex's diary. Clark used to watch Lex write in it every night he would stay over, Lex always looked so innocent when writing in it.
He carefully opened the cover, and looked at the first page. 'Alexander Joseph Luthor' was written in Lex's beautiful neat writing, under it was a picture of an angel drawn in pen, the angel was crying. Clark ran his finger over the drawing. It was so beautiful.
Clark turned to the first entry and began reading, tears fell from his eyes as he went further and further into Lex's mind, the pain and loneliness that Lex lived was almost unbearable.
"I am so sorry Lex" Clark whispered into the journal. When he got to the most recent entries, he found a photo of himself stuck into the journal, and countless drawings some done in the journal itself, with pen, others were done on loose leaf, in charcoal, paint, pencil, fine liner.
Clark never knew Lex could draw, Clark felt that he didn't know Lex at all. Not after reading the journal. He didn't know about the pain he was feeling, even when he was at his happiest. The journal listed how many people he had fucked, even if he couldn't remember their name.
After about 4 hours of reading, he got to the letters, opening the first one; he read the first line then dropped the letter, running at his top speed to the castle, back in his room the letter was still floating to the ground.
'To everyone who meant anything to me,
I am sorry, please forgive me. Clark by the time you get to read this letter, I will be long dead, and I pray there is nothing anyone can do about it.'
~The castle~
Lex looked like he was asleep, his skin slightly warmed by the sun that was now completely embracing him in its warmth. Clark came up to the garden, and saw Lex laying on the swing; he looked like an angel. The left sleeve of his white shirt was rolled up, revealing a syringe in his arm, and beside him was a cocktail of various drugs.
Clark fell to the ground and cried, afraid to touch Lex, incase he would wake.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent had followed Clark in their truck, well more like they guessed where he was going. They pulled up into the castle's driveway, and got out of the car. The castle door was open, so they went in.
After a few minuets they came to the garden, where Lex was laying on the swing, and Clark was crying on the ground next to him.
"Oh my god" Martha said, and she to broke down, held up by Jonathan, who though remained proud, still shed tears from his eyes.
"Clark" Martha whispered, getting out of Jonathan's grip and going over to where her baby was, she knelt down next to him, and took him into a big hug.
It was surreal, Clark was detached from his body, and he was sitting in an art gallery with Lex staring at a painting of a family crying over their fallen son.
"Don't cry Clark, you have to be strong, your destiny is somewhere else, go follow your dreams" Lex's ghost said
"This painting is real, this is us, you were part of our family Lex, and I can't go on without you"
Lex walked behind Clark, and ran his hand over Clark's shoulders, but not touching them; Clark closed his eyes and let his head roll back. The erotic dance of the dead went on. Clark turned to face his lover, ghosting his hands over Lex's face; Lex closed his eyes and smiled. Lex brought his hand up and touch Clarks face, Clark gasped and felt himself go back to his body.
"No please Lex, don't leave me, I need you" Clark begged
"And I'll be here watching you" Lex said, Lex kissed Clark one last time before Clark came back to his body. He became aware of his mothers arms around him, he leaned into her arms and cried harder.
"Goodbye Lex" Clark whispered, then stood up and walked to Lex's bedroom. It was over; their love was the only thing that remained intact. Nothing would be the same again.