They Both Die At the End

#1 ✯ Beginning

⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ • underage drinking, mentions of rape and abuse, yelling, crying, and swearing

Sitting on my bed, I look at the time for probably the 20th time. I was getting desperate. Do I wanna go? I don't have to. No I do. I can't let anything happen to him. Anyways I'm lonely here. I wanna actually do something.

I look at the clock again. The plain circle shaped clock, black and white. It reads 9 pm. The party doesn't start until 10 pm. At least that's what he told me. I take in a big sigh knowing he lied again. He probably just told me to come later so he could get drunk without me trying to stop him. I should probably go early then. I grab my car keys from on top of my bed and get up. I'm a bit drowsy while I go downstairs. Probably from staying up all night, studying, again. Maybe he's right when he tells me I push myself too hard. Eh whatever, what does he know? He's never studied in his life. Ignoring my drowsiness and thoughts, I go outside anyways and get inside my car. A blue jeep that used to be my moms but after she went to jail, I got to keep it.

Now that I think of it, he can't even drive. How does he get to all these parties? Probably one of his stupid friends. I start the car, listening to the engine rumble and turn on. I put it into drive. I connect my aux cord and start playing some music. I drive out of my driveway. The truth is I don't actually wanna get drunk. It would ruin my reputation after all. That's still not something I'm extremely worried about.

I mean it's extremely hard to be able to have your own home and be able to drive at 15, legally. Having him as my friend makes everyone think I'm just like him. Crazy kid always getting into trouble. So I always get weird looks from the neighbors. I have permission though. I sit there in my own thoughts, driving, listening to the music. It was oddly comforting.

After ten minutes or so. I pull into the driveway of where the party is.  I walk around the house to the front. It's a blue two story house, surrounded with trees, separated from the rest of the neighborhood. Lights coming from inside and the lights outside flickering, almost scaring me. Ive been watching way too many horror movies. Also not to mention, just as I thought. There's people drinking outside and a lot of chaos inside. I go up to someone I know in front of the house. The only adult here actually. Buys most of the drinks for everyone, well the legal ones. Brown fluffy hair, brown eyes and just the simple black sweatpants with a white T-shirt and black converse shoes. Oh and did I mention he also wears round glasses? Calmest dude Ive ever met.

"Hey, what's up Wilbur?" I ask with no hesitation, knowing he's still calm even when he's out of it.

"Oh you know the usual. Taking shots. Having fun. Wait, why are you so late?" he replies, confused.

"He said the party started at ten and I didn't believe him so I came an hour early," I reply with a big sigh at the end.

I think Wilbur heard the somewhat frustration in my voice which made it clear I don't want to joke around too much.

"Well," he looks at his watch,"it's 9:15 so you're 45 minutes late," he says.

"The party started at 8:30!?" I ask, surprised. Really? Ugh what will I ever do with you?!

"Yeah."

"Where is he?" I ask with more concern this time then frustration.

"Oh he's real fucked up. I honestly think he took twice as much shots as I did. Actually no. He took the same amount, but he chugged down a whole bottle. It was crazy." Wilbur says as he is replaying the moment in his head.

"Okay, but where is he?" I ask, annoyed.

"Inside."

"Okay thanks Wilbur," I calmed down, thanking him.