Forever Alone

Condolences to the Drunk: Part 1

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Ding dong, ding dong! Gods, who is ruining my morning! I opened my eyes slowly, to notice that I slept in the couch, and then the floor. Ding dong, ding dong! Fine! I'll go. Whoever that was, I was not in the mood to smile or say something like 'No girls, I don't want your DELICIOUS cookies.' I got to my feet and my head started spinning, wrong move. I opened the door...

"Spencer? Jason?" Both looked tired, Spencer still had his black eye from Luke's punch. Jason was staring at the floor with a concerned look, wait, more like guilt. Spencer hugged me and gave me condolences. Jason did nothing, as if he was just in the middle of nothing staring at the blue.

"What's wrong? You both look awful." I said
"Nothing, well, everything, it's complicated." Said Spencer, while Jason just kept his image.
"Why are you here then?"
"Taylor? Have you been drinking? Are you alright? We are really sorry..."
"For what? Yes, I drank, though I have no idea how much."
"Oh Taylor, what happened to you, is-is, please don't ruin your life."

With that Jason raised his head. He had a new bruise on his cheek, but this one looked harder. It didn't have the purplish color the others had, this one looked more like blue green. He had his bottom lip with some blood, he was beaten up, again.

"What happened to your cheek?" I finally asked breaking the silence.
"I slipped on the bathtub and fell. What happened to your face?"
"Really? You slipped and fell, on your bathtub."
"Aha... Face?" Jason argued.
"I WAS DRUNK!" I don't know why I was screaming by now. Their faces looked stunned now.

"Your parents...their funeral, is today. Your grandparents organized it, we have to take you there." Spencer said, with a broken voice. I guess their pity was loud enough to make him cry, or at least sob.
"I, I guess I'll go change, come in. Wait for me in the living room." I went upstairs, wishing for a mirror.

I could hear them mumble sad comments, though none of them mentioned Jason's state of 'bathtub slip'. Spencer was more emotional, Jason just kept his guilt face and his gaze on the floor. Was he guilty for something I didn't know? I changed on the best black clothes I had, then I fixed my face and hair.

When I went downstairs, I found that both of them had changed into black suits. I would have thought they looked handsome, but in that time, I just saw them a little fancier. Spencer drove in silence while Jason stared at the ground. I sat back and went to fixing my nails. All my family would be there, what a long day this was going to be now.
When we entered my grandmother's house, I could feel the scent of fresh baked cookies. My mom had inherited my grandma's talent for cookies.
I had to hug everyone on the house. My grandmother stayed close to me, so as Ally, Ashley, Madison, Dani, Spencer, and Jason. My grandpa, who was an old grumpy-but-cute man, was serving food and attending the people all the time. Even Lucas was there, though he avoided me all the day.

The days went on, my friends started being normal again. A lot of people that bumped on me said all sorts of condolences. Even Cassie, Ryan and his girlfriend, Jessica, also Cassie's BFF, spoke condolences to me. But the worst thing was that every single person that was not my age would ask me if I cried. Honestly, I didn't ever cry for anything, but I would tell everyone that I cried all the time. The last thing I wanted was a crowd of people telling me that crying is 'good'. And I know that, the thing is I can't cry. I have been this way since I was born, my mom would cry, but not me. Ally cries almost for everything, she says that teenagers are most likely to cry. So her theory was that I was a 347 years old alien.

Jason wouldn't talk at all to me now, Spencer did. He and Dani became good friends, they would be the soul of the group. Dani asked Ally out, she said yes, and now things were complicated between them. I was now a quiet person, more like depressed. The twins would try to raise my mood, but nothing worked. Ally knew what I was going through. Her old cousin had died 3 years ago, he was Ally's best friend and favorite cousin. He had gone to the forest on his bike. It had been raining, the earth was wet, so he slipped and fell on the river. His backpack didn't let him float, and he died drowned. The police found the body a week later, Ally was broken. Her room now held a picture of him in her desk.

So I guess that's how life is. Some people come and go, like closing and opening doors. It's up to you, if the doors are closed, open a window and let the air in. All you need, is to breathe.

HELLOOOO, HOPE TO HAVE MANY READERS, SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER, THIS IS JIST PART ONE. GOODNIGHT/MORNING, HAVE A NICE... LIFE!!! :D