I Needed You (It's Not Fair)

Voicemail

He tightly squeezed my throat making me gag and gasp for air. I thought it would've killed me but it didn't. 

I woke up laying on a bed. I slowly sat myself up and looked around the room to see where I was. I could tell instantly it was Zean's, the whole room was black with Metal and Rock Band posters covering the walls. His bed was a Pretty Big size, I mean...Well, makes sense he's a giant. I saw a black book shelf with different varieties and volumes of different manga and comics. His closet was open halfway, and it was filled with black shirts and jackets a couple red striped hoodies. I looked at the ceiling and realized the LED lights around his wall. They shined red and purple once in a while. I looked around his room a little more and saw another door connected to his room. I got up slowly, and dangled my legs over his tall bed. I hoped off and walked over to the door. It was cracked open slightly, I raised my shaky arm and opened it. It was a bathroom, A Black Bathroom. What is it with black and this guy?! So Emo... I herd the other door open with a creek and my Body reacted quickly, making me rush into the bathroom and slamming the door. 

AHH WHATS WRONG WITH ME WHY AM I SO LOUD!?

  I shook and stared at the door. My focus broke and my attention was turned to the mirror, it was shattered, yet it was still on the wall. I looked at all the tiny different angles of me in the mirror and i saw the bruises on my neck and nose, there was dried blood smeared on my face. I look like I just went to a "squid"club and got hickeys on my neck and then got in a fight and broke my nose, and then pulled a Jeffery Dahmer. 

I frowned and looked at the mirror and turned the water on to clean my face. I rubbed the blood off my face and wiped off my wet face with a little towel I found on a black rack with other towels on it. I looked at the shattered mirror and realized how pale my ink color was getting. My pink ink colored hair was now a light pink. I haven't done a turf war in a while. I guess the moving distracted me from noticing. I cleaned the blood off the counter and I paused. I noticed all kinds of Pill bottles on the counter and they were all were all pain killers and antidepressants. There was even a few Pills in the sink, i looked around and saw some on the ground too. I shook and my legs trembled.

 Oh my cod oh my cod. 

I thought for a second and slowly picked them up and the ones that were in the sink. I threw them in the trash and walked over to the sink and washed out the bloody towel, I rang it out and walked over to the towel rack by the shower and put it back. I looked at the shower and my eyes widened and i felt and instant stab in my head feeling, my head started throbbing in pain while I stood and looked at the sight. There was purple stained blood and maybe even some fresh blood in the tub, I couldn't move. I was in such shock, I herd a knock on the door and i jumped in fear. "AgGh".. I paused. "Ye-yes..?" 

"Get out"

I trembled in fear and walked to the door, and opened it slowly revealing his angry face. I paused and I gulped. "Sorry, I'll leave" I opened the door all the way and swiftly made my way to his bedroom door and opened it. "Wait." I herd a deep voice behind me and I got shivers down the back of my neck. I turned my head and looked at his dim face. "You needed to call your Boyfriend right?, Call him." I took my phone out of his hand slowly and looked at him again. "Thanks.." I continued my way out of the hell hole and walked to my room. 

I closed the door and instantly tried to call Conner. I looked at my stuff that was in the boxes thinking about how i wanted to arrange my stuff in my room while i waited for him to pick up. It soon went to voicemail and I frowned trying to call him again. Still, no answer. I stared at my phone for a while and my eyes filled with tears. the room soon became blurry. My phone slowly started slipping out of my hands and I dropped it not reacting at all. 

"Why me.." I slowly laid my body on the hard wood floor, it was cold. I slowly started to sob, and the sob slowly turned into a solid breakdown.