True Love - Jelena

12.

Justin

Ever since the break up I haven't really been myself. I missed my high school graduation. I've started drinking and smoking. But somehow it all numbed all the hurt and pain I have been feeling. My mom won't let me come back to Canada. Every night a new club. Here goes another night.

I walked into the club with my sunglasses to somehow "disguise" myself. But the media already knew. I was the only headline in any magazine. People paid good money just to get one photo of me fucking up. At this point in life, I didn't care. I walked over to a booth with my so-called "crew" and smirked at them before sitting down. They were only using me for the free section and drinks. I just didn't care.

"What up Justin," A random said.

"Just ready to turn up!"

They all laughed but I knew it was just only because of all drinks they had consumed and how drunk they were. I looked over at the table and saw all kinds of drinks. I grabbed one and chugged it down. Do you know how people feel that pain in their throat when they drink strong alcohol? Well, I've been drinking so much that I'm already used to it. I kept drinking and drinking I couldn't stop because they kept bringing it over to our booth and I just had to. It got so bad I couldn't feel anything. I guess this is working. I feel no more pain. My eyesight was all blurry. 

"Hey man, I think you should stop," I hear someone say.

I stood up shaking them off and walked to the crowd of people. A blonde chick started grinding on me and I just went with it and stood there wanting to leave but another part of me saying "Let loose Justin, just let loose". That's exactly what I did. I let loose and had fun. I walked off leaving that girl dancing by herself and decided to just get out of the club. I don't think I have ever been this drunk before. I looked around for my car and no sign of it. I walked back in and walked back to the booth. No one was there. I sat there looking at the people in the crowd dancing. Is this really what you're doing with your life, Justin? You were raised better than this. What would your grandpa say about this? Your mom won't even let you see your siblings because of this.

"And...it was all because I wanted to kill the pain, champagne kills the pain but only for a little bit."