To my dear abhorment //dnf

cough

fuck.. I shouldn't have drunk yesterday, especially because it didn't even work. I still couldn't stop thinking about him and the others..

I even- dreamed-? about Clay! Fuck alcohol, my shit it helps-

everyone who tells you something like that, is a fucking lair. Alcohol doesn't solve your problems, it just gives you more.. like headache.

I look at all the people eating and talking with their friends, when i spot dream all alone. he's completely alone, eating alone.

I look at the table that is next to his and catch them looking weird at dream, and start to talk afterwards.

they're talking shit about him.

he deserves it.. but why- why does it hurt me? It's supposed to hurt him, not me. I shouldn't be caring about him at all-

but when i look at that sad face.. it breaks my heart. It shouldn't, but it does.
why am I so emotional lately..? this is so embarrassing dude.

stop it George.

suddenly a milk box gets thrown against his head- he gets up and looks at those who did it before going over there.

he grabs him on the t-shirt and was about to hit him, but then he sees- Ira walking in. he immediately lets go and walks to the bathroom.

I look at Ira, but she laughs at him? how could she- laugh at something like that. what is wrong with people?!

"-ough -ough" I suddenly start to cough and before i knew it.. i threw up a little. I look at it- but it's like water?

"-ough -ough!" I cough into my hand this time, but when i look at it.. I see blood? "huh -ough!"
what the fuck? blood?

I walk to the bathroom and when i open the door I see Clay talking with Mark. Both of them look at me, but after a few seconds they look away.

I walk to the washbasin and start to wash my hands with soap. "I heard George likes you now." I hear Mark laughing "yeah.. it is how it is." Clay says.

"aren't you disgusted by that?" he asks clay "not because he's a guy- but because it's George."

"-ough! -ough!"

"shut up! die over there, none cares!" I hear mark yelling. "-ough!" what the fuck is happening?

I cover my mouth and quickly open the door, but Mark pulls me back and throws me against the wall.

"ew- what the fuck- is that blood! you're disgusting!"

Clay POV

"-ough!"
blood?

George pushes Mark away and quickly walk to the washbasin and drinks a lot of water while he still coughs.

"-ough! -ough!" George slowly breaks down to the ground.

what the fuck-

"I'm out of here-" mark says and quickly runs outside.

"-ough!"

i quickly walk over to him. "ey- are you alright?" I ask, but he just puts his hand up and shows me to leave.

"i don't like you, but I'm not gonna let you alone now!" I say "can you stop -ough -ough giving-" he throws up blood.

"what the fuck- George!" i quickly pull him up "what is happening!?"
"-ough! fuck let -ough -ough go!-" George tries to push me away.