Young Love

Basketball game

I had no idea where I was. I was surrounded by total darkness. Something was buzzing, directing the sound straight into my ears, and I wasn't sure if I was actually breathing. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. They were permanently closed. Then I felt something, something cold and wet. I had some impulses in my body, that finally helped me to see what was happening. 

I was sitting on the floor with my back touching the cold wall. I was breathing heavily, and I was soaking wet. I pushed my hair back from my forehead, and I was staring at my friend sitting across from me. I also caught sight of a bowl with water. They probably split it on me.

-What, what happened? I muttered.

-I told you: Alcohol and medications are not buddies. August stated, walking right behind Felice.

-The doctors said that these pills must have reacted in some way with the alcohol you'd drunk. My friend explained.

How much did you drink? She questioned me with some tiredness in her voice as well as in her gaze.

-Just one shot... 

-Don't lie to me, Wille! Don't you ever dare to do this! She screamed, standing up.

-Okay, fine I drank a small beer too. Right before, I came to August's. But, that's it I swear! I panicked.

-Are you really that stupid? Or you don't care about your life anymore? Felice came closer to me again, staring into my eyes, searching for an answer.

-I should've died with Eric. I muttered out of nowhere.

-Fine, you know what? You should just rot in hell. I don't care about all of it anymore! She said, and then she left the room, slamming the doors.

-Felice... F! Come on!

The next second I felt a punch on my face. 

-That's for being the worst dick in the world. My cousin commented and run after my friend. 

-August! Dad shouted, giving him a warning look, but he didn't even look back.

-Honey, you're okay? My mother asked me, getting closer.

-No mum, I'm not okay! Do I seem to be okay? I snapped at her.

I'm fucking dying, don't you get it? Maybe I am here psychically, but honestly, I've never felt more alone, weak, and just dumb. I just don't wanna feel this pain anymore. And I'm scared coz...

-I love you! She told me, loudly.

I didn't say anything. I tried to be emotionless.

-Willhelm, I love you! My mum repeated.

-Stop, please just leave me alone! I whispered. 

-Okay. She sobbed, took my father's hand, and left. They all left me there, alone. That's what I wanted, right?

My phone was laying on the bedtable. I reached it, and I did probably the craziest thing that I could possibly do. I dialed Simon's number, then pressed the call button. It went straight to voicemail. I cleared my throat and started talking:

-Simon, it's me, Willhelm. I just wanna tell you that I'm sorry that I can't remember us, being close friends, or whatever we were. I'm sorry for everything that I put you through, and it's just the fact that I don't deserve you, but somehow you're still here. I... love you, man. It's just please talk to me! I should not ask you for this, but please I'm begging you, just... tell me anything about you, about me, or some bullshit about the weather. I will wait for you. You are the only one for that I can wait. Just maybe hurry up, just a little...