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now playing.. "Hello My Old Heart" -The Oh Hellos -
September 4th, 2002 9:45pm
The all too familiar bitter scent of alcohol laced the kitchen, your father screaming profanities and words—that shouldn't be repeated—towards your mother. Her expressions full of sheer fear and anxiety projected onto you quickly as you peered over the stairway railing.
Your feet carried you up the stairs at lightning speed as soon as you could hear the heart-dropping sound of glass being shattered across some surface. The anxiety advanced your adrenaline to gush through your veins, almost slamming your door as soon as you reached your bedroom.
Your mother's muffled shouts could still be faintly heard as you slid down the door, your eyes focusing on anything in your room, which wasn't much.
The dim room was lit up by the yellowish light emitting from your lamp that sat comfortably on your dresser. You let a sigh escape your lips, your heart still beating quickly—much faster than essential.
Your slowly picked yourself up from the hardwood floor, walking towards the window.
Your thoughts were jumbled together, emotions unable to comprehend anymore. Your world crumbled beneath you, the anxiety rising at an alarming rate in your mind.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you let out a choked sob, your eyes landing on the small, decorative white concrete balcony outside of your window.
Your townhome was rather high up, especially your room. Your fingers unlatched the window, sliding it up. The glacial wind hit you hard, your curtains swaying as the outside weather rushed in.
You let your legs hoist out of the windowsill to drop onto the balcony.
The frigidness, it sticks to the back of your neck like a cold hand and you think about how it fills your throat like fresh ice cream going down.
Though your own anxious thoughts soon was directed to your right when you heard a small crackle of feet sliding against concrete.
The feet of a teen not much older than you stood on the concrete ledge of the townhome smooshed right next to yours—only a mere few feet away from you, besides the gap that dropped down to the ground.
He was a single step away from his own death, his head positioned to look down to the ground—which is where he presumably wanted to be, and not in one piece.
You aren't sure what came over you to say something, but you didn't want to see someone else make the same mistake you were moments away from making.
"Hey!" Your voice is a tad hoarse, but it still got your point across. His head whirred to you, his sandy hair flinging in your direction. It's difficult to see any of his features from the dim lighting of the orange glow coming from the street lamps.
He quickly got off the ledge, his eyes averting from yours, obviously embarrassed. He unlatched the window to his own home, quickly escaping to presumably his room.
The interaction left you stunned, the cool wind waving your hair in its direction.
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October 4th, 2009 7:34am
The bitter taste of your coffee burned your tongue, the familiar scent filling your nostrils. You lightly set the cup down to the table, letting your fingers rub the tired out of your eyes before you begin to fidget with the bracelet that hung loosely on your wrist.
Your black flannel hugged your body over the plain white tee that covered your frame protectively, as clothes do.
You let your head rest on the table, your arms being used as shitty pillows. Though, you can't argue that the urge to fall the fuck back to sleep sounded better than ever right about now.
Your face lifted ever so slightly out of your little cocoon of a pillow when the sound of knocking came about. Groggily, you slugged to your apartment door, too tired to check who it was before ripping the door open.
"What."
Your tone definitely came off more harsh than you meant but, you're not exactly one to get random visitors.
"Hey, um.." the stranger rubbed the back of his neck, a small camcorder wrapped in his hand catching your eye before anything else. A part of your mind quickly drifted off, wondering what model it was. You figured it must be a model from a few years ago at least.
However, you soon returned to your senses as you remembered, 'Oh yeah, there's a fucking stranger in front of my door.'
You nonchalantly raised an eyebrow, your unimpressed manner obviously making the man more anxious than he already was.
He stated your name, asking if said name belonged to you.
"Uh.. yeah, that's me. The one and only." You responded in a humorous, yet dry tone, your eyes flickering back to the camera every once in a while.
"You were affiliated with, uh, Alex Kralie a few years back in college, weren't you?"
"Who's asking?" You almost scoffed, the sudden barrage of questions wasn't exactly how you wanted to spend your morning.
"Oh-! I uh, probably should've told you who I am. I'm Jay, Jay Merrick, although I'm uh.. unsure if you remember who I am. We um, worked together in Alex's student film?" His statement came out as more of a question, like he was questioning his own memory—which you don't blame him, it's been years and you'd be pretty embarrassed too if you got the wrong person.
Though, you thought for a moment. The vague memories of the film came back to you—the ones you could remember at least, which weren't many.
"Oh, yeah, I remember you." It clicked with you, his face and voice somewhat hazing back into your memory.
He appeared relieved, letting out a breath he seemed to have been holding for some time, his anxious behavior obvious as he stood awkwardly.
"I, er.. would you mind if I asked you some questions?" He asked. "I'll be quick."
"Oh- yeah, uh, come in." You cracked your door open, letting the taller male waltz into your apartment.
