EPILOGUE
Well, it seemed as Luhan's life was just shattering down piece by piece. His treatment wasn't working at all, and his addictions were starting to get worse with every day. It was starting to ruin his life, and what brought him happiness once no longer existed.
Drugs didn't make him happy anymore. Nothing made him really happy at all, in fact. He knew he had developed a habit, and he knew he had to get rid of it before it took away his own life.
So, with all the guts he had, he grabbed his cellphone and dialed his parents home number, and said what were probably the hardest words he had ever said before:
"I need help."
And so, with this said and without much explanations needed, his parents were quick to buy him a plane ticket back to China, where he'd be taken care of and treated correctly. There was a taxi waiting right outside the gates of the school that once was crowded with different people from all kinds of places, but that now seemed empty.
Was that all in his head? The idea of people running through the field, laughing and playing around? Were the love affairs, the friends, the meetings, and the walks out of school just another creation of his lonely brain? He wasn't sure, but whether those things happened or not, he enjoyed them more than anything else.
He made friends, he discovered places, he tried out different foods, candies, drugs, and drinks. He had a crush with a person, and it wasn't unrequited. He laughed, he cried.Â
He lived. And for that, he'd always be thankful to Bullworth.
So, with his bags on his hands and a taxi cab waiting for him right outside the school, he decided that this was just another chapter of his life. Probably the happiest chapter, probably the realest chapter. Probably the best chapter of all so far.
With his body inside the cap already, he looked out the window and asked the taxi to wait just a minute, as a sad smile curled his lips and his nose started to sting. Tears soon fell down his face, and he wasn't sure if they were of happiness or sadness.
"We'll meet again, for sure," he whispered and closed his eyes, leaning his back against the car and quietly telling the taxi driver they could get going now. He didn't want to see the building slowly turning smaller as they drove down the street, but still he did.
His heart clinging onto the wish of meeting with all of his friends in the future again.
Until next time, Bullshit.










