used me as a alibi... i crossed my heart as you crossed the line
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You were a hero. She was the villain. You were polite. She was ruthless. But your love for eachother was something that could never break no matter what people thought. You were from...
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and i know we weren't perfect, but i've never felt this way for no one.
It's still dark out when I finish drinking. Three cups later I took a stop. My parents would kill me if I was incoherent. Walking out of the bar with my brain feeling fuzzy. I knew I wouldn't have to go home by myself and make it safely. I decide to rent somewhere to stay for the night instead. There was a run-down motel nearby that looked safe enough. I walk there sloppily when I feel myself running into someone. I catch a glimpse of the all too familiar blue hair I've seen before. Oh god notnownotnownotnow— "Y/N? What are you doing down here?" Jinx inquired me. Because of the alcohol, my emotions were more vulnerable than usual. I shrug and back away from her. My legs were close to giving out but I held strong. I looked into her eyes to see the craze I knew was always beneath them. But I also saw a spark of concern circulating through them. My outfit wasn't very ideal right now. It was a worn-out hoodie that I'd hidden from my parents and some fancy sweatpants that my parents accepted for once. Jinx seemed to be staring at my face and I understand why. I felt and probably looked like shit right now. My parents have been harder on me recently and it's getting to me. I attempt to walk away from her but she stops me. For some reason, I flinch at the touch which seems to worry her even more. You're drunk dumbass you probably just feel unsafe. Out of habit, I almost roll my eyes at my consciousness but that would be way too impolite. Her eyes show a look of shock when they enter my view. I just tug my arm away from her and runoff. Wuss— I can feel her behind me and I don't know why she's not running. Maybe out of pity? Exhaustion? I don't know and to be honest, I don't care. I reached the motel that I was looking for and enter, pay for a room and then go to said room. It wasn't a fancy one but, a bed, a bathroom, and mini-fridge, and mediocre lighting. Though I wasn't expecting much when I entered. Face planting on the bed, I sigh with sadness and exhaustion. I'm gonna be so dead to my parents when I get home. There was a mirror at the side of my bed and I look over at it. Eyebag under my eyes come into view and they make me look like a raccoon. Because I wasn't wearing makeup since I took it off before 'going to bed' my imperfections were more visible to the world. Though I wasn't too mad about it since the people under here don't care and would rather ignore me than anything else. For once I felt relaxed, soberness was slowly returning to me and I was just tired. Tired. When am I ever not tired? I wake up every morning feeling tired, wanting nothing more than to keep sleeping. Hideaway from the world and become nonexistent. Sure I may sound depressed, or lonely, but I don't care. As long as my parents think I'm some perfect trophy all is good in the world. Their opinions are the only ones I care about in the hellhole. Don't act like Jinx is one of the people on that list— When I close my eyes sleep does not come to me easily. Thoughts are a constant in my mind and pictures appear. My parents, Jinx, alcohol, and so much more show up as a film. It feels like I'm watching my life in seconds. Is this what death feels like? No, I'm not dying. Just sad, tired, and so fucking done with my parents.
Maybe I should just kill them...
——————————————————————————— AUTHORS NOTE hey guys i finished the third chapter yay. it's not as long as the last one but i didn't know what else to add. again tell me if there are any grammar mistakes and i'll try to fix them to the best of my ability. ily guys <3 -M
