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those nights

tw: blood, mentions of suicide, alcohol, vomiting
this came to me randomly idek
a lot of mistakes i think sorry

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it was very early morning. George was drunk, very, very drunk. it was just one of those nights. one of those nights where you sit dissociated at the edge of your bed, music blasting through your ears , planning how you were going to kill yourself. he didn't get to decide on a method as his body was very aware of how this these nights went. knowing what would happen if he stayed sober, he drown himself in vodka and whisky before his brain could even process what he was doing. he didn't remember much from this point onwards, he was completely wasted.

Georges POV:

im not sure how but i find myself in the car. i was going fast, really fucking fast. i sped down the dimly lit, barren highway and closed my eyes, and in the moment it felt somewhat relieving to just not care for one minute. i felt free, like i was in charge of my life and like i didn't have consequences, just myself, alone, with a empty mind that i was slowly loosing.

drunkenly dazed, i couldn't keep my eyes open no matter how hard i try they always seemed to close themselves again. i had no idea what was happening on the road in front of me and to be honest i didn't really care, i had never felt so alive. i let my body relax and let go of the leather wheel as i relished in the feeling. suddenly i felt the feelings flee my mind as the car noticeably swerved along the tarmac, my body jolted when the vehicle slammed against the metal railings sending my head straight forward into the sharp glass window.

"wha...fuck" i mumbled as ruby red blood ran from my eyebrow to my jaw and a metallic taste filled my mouth.

groaning in pain, i crawled out through the seemingly heavier car door and sat helplessly on the rain covered road. it took me an embarrassingly long time to pull myself together and realise what had happened. i was still highly intoxicated. i gathered a few things from around me: one, i was bleeding, two, scattered around me were shards of glass, three, the car was laid over the barrier in a way it probably shouldn't be. i had clearly crashed, quite hard.

"hmm...fuck ...wha do....what do i do" i could hear my voice but my ears were ringing so loud i felt like my head was going to explode, at this point i wouldn't complain if it did. around 30 minutes later i sat in the same spot the cold air making my fingers turn a pale blue, i was sobered up enough to know that i needed help. my phone, i have my phone. it took me a couple tries to dial clays number as my hands shook viciously, maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the alcohol, who knew. i pressed the speaker button and set the device on the ground so that i could lay my tired body down for a while. after three rings a male voice spoke.

"George what the fuck? its 3am" he spoke almost threateningly but i knew he was still half asleep from his croaked voice.

"the car"

"what? what about the car"

"its.." i let out a small hiccup "its..uh the wrong..the wrong way"

"are you drunk?" his voice had changed tones.

Clays POV:

he didnt reply. i was worried because george never drank, he hated alcohol and he hated being drunk. something had to be wrong.

"george, are you drunk?" i tried to sound more strict in hopes to get an answer from the other. instead of a yes or a no from the other line i hear a gag and then the sound of vomit splashing onto the ground.

"george tell me where you are." once again he didnt reply the only sound was his groans and exaggerated breathing. i was panicking on what to do when i remembered that we had our locations turned on for each other.