But there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected.
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Being drunk is fun.
Never been this drunk before.
I've had a few drinks in my lifetime, but never been this drunk.
My vision's pretty blurred up, and my legs feel like jello. Maybe the green type.
I've finished through my whole arsenal of adult drinks, and I'm thirsty for more. Just not sure if I can get some. Can't drive. Barely can't even freaking walk.
Who cares about the legal age? Everyone but a handful of people have gotten drunk before 21.
I wanna drink away everything. Charlotte, my parents, Liam, everyone single person I've encountered these past few weeks.
I've freaking killed my own parents.
I knew that I was a monster, but now? Worse?
I'm a monster controlled by anger. I can't do this anymore, I seriously can't.
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I stumble across the busy New York streets, people not bothering to look at my staggered figure.
I see a thin, tall building. A very tall one.
Perfect.
I grip both of my arms around the metal railings, using the last of my strength to pull myself up one stair. I gasp for air, heaving and shaking with emotions too strong to work out.
I crawl up the array of stairs, one by one, step by stagger. Stagger by step. Till I reach the very top.
It's a flat roof. There's a small railing, but it's nothing that you can't climb over. I hold my chest, feeling my heart's loud and rapid beat.
One's that's gonna stop.
No one will care if a murderer dies.
Some people might even cheer.
I deserve this. I freaking deserve this.
And the selfish fact that I don't want to live anymore. This is the easy way out, that's what they all say. Cause it's true.
One fall and all of your problems are gone.
But there's one thing stopping me: Can I really throw this life away? As far as I know, I've only got one chance at this.
Maybe it's my drunkenness twisting my brain.
I want to climb back down, but at the same time, I don't.
Who gives a care about college? Love, family, and careers? I want to raise my hand, but that'd be a lie.
There's nothing for me in this world. After college?
