Escape To Paradise | l.h.

{Wylie}

A week. A fucking week. That's how long it took me to lose my mind. At first once I heard he had actually left, I don't think it fully registered in my mind. It was like a veil was over my mind not allowing the information to slip through. As I lay in bed, I stare at the folded up note on the desk. I felt childish not wanting to open it and see what it contained but I also felt like I wasn't at all stable enough to look at it. My mind lately has felt like it was on vacation. Maybe from lack of food and sleep but I felt the note would break me even more then I already was broken.
Luke felt like my escape. My paradise I could always visit when I needed to. He was like the beautiful sparkling ocean that I had the pleasure of full force drowning in. It's funny to think about what an impact someone could have on your life. How someone can morph you into a happier more carefree spirit. He was the drug your parents tell you to stay away from and that will end up killing you. It was like I injected him into my bloodstream and now I'm having withdrawals from the lack of my addiction. I felt like a zombie. Only leaving the room to get food. Only speaking when spoken to. I knew Liz was at a lose for words because of my behavior. She's given me my space but I knew she didn't like seeing me like this. Completely and utterly heartbroken.
"Wylie?" Her small voice says as she opens the door slowly with worried eyes and a smile I didn't deserve. "Why don't we go out and go and do something yeah?"
"I'll be down in a few minutes." I force a smile sitting up. She nods closing the door quietly behind her.
I make my way to the bathroom and almost jump at my reflection. It's been a while since I've looked like this. Messy hair. Dark bags and circles under my eyes. Severely chapped lips. Pale as could be. This appearance reminds me of a dark time Luke temporarily deleted from my memory. I mentally cuss at myself, bash myself until I'm done looking at the stranger in the mirror. I get dressed in sweats and a sweat shirt as tie my hair back loosely. No amount of make up could hide my face so I don't even bother trying. Before I could make it to the toilet I vomit all over the white tiled floor. Hesitantly I clean it up walking out of the bathroom and down to the living room.
"I thought you'd turn me down." Liz smiles. "I'm glad you didn't honey." She pulls me into a tight hugs and I break down. Falling apart piece by piece in her arms.
"I miss him mom." I sob. "I miss him so much it hurts."
"I know. I do too sweetie." She kisses my temple. "We can go anywhere you'd like."
"Can I go by myself?" I ask sniffling pulling away from her. "And tomorrow we can go do something?"
"Of course dear." She hands me the keys to her car without hesitation. "Be careful."
"I will." I nod kissing her cheek. "Love you."
"Love you too."
Going no where in particular, I drive aimlessly. Letting the breeze from the rolled down windows whip my hair messily around and cool me down. The music blares blessing me with Mayday Parade. I begin to cry as the words from Hold Onto Me hit me hard. Strands of hair stick to my face and I could careless. That's when it went black. Glass shatters. My vision disappears and the screams shout loudly through the air.

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Not a very long chapter and I apologize but I wanna punch myself square in the face for writing this sad ass chapter. Jesus like wth is wrong with me?!
Comments are always welcome and I'd love to hear what you guys think so far😘
Also pretty addicted to the song Far Behind by Candlebox. I recommend it😻
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