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~ 10:56 PM
What do you do when your late on bills and rent, can barely afford your infinitely small apartment, depressed, have no job, lost your loved one, have no friends, and so, so, so close to ending your life?
You go to bar, that's what you do.
You decided this was gonna be your last visit to your favorite bar. No, you weren't quitting drinking. You were gonna quit your life.
You walked into the bar with a plain look on your face. You sat down next to a guy with white curly hair, a dark blue hoodie, and black sweatpants. He seemed to be already drunk, but you saw him chugging a beer bottle. Huh. The bartender rested his arms on the counter. "The usual, I'm guessing?" He asked. You nodded. He went to go fill a glass for you.
You heard the guy next to you hiccup and keep drinking with tired eyes. The bartender came back and slid the drink over to you. You thanked him and took a sip. Nasty flavor but it didn't matter. The guy let out another hiccup. You sighed and took another swig of the glass. "What's t-that?" The guy asked, his words slurred. "Oh uh, just a normal beer." You mumbled, not wanting to talk to a drunk stranger. "H-How ya doing? You seem s-sad..." The male asked you.
"Uhm... I'm fine." You said. "What's your n-name?" He muttered. "Y/N. What's yours." You whispered after taking a sip of your beer. The guy hiccupped. "Larry. U-Uh, my names L-Larry." He stuttered out. You nodded. "You uh, have a job?" Larry questioned. This guy really wanted to talk to you. "No, I got fired." You mumbled. "I-I uh, also don't *hic* have a j-job." He said.
He went to take a sip of his glass, but it was already empty. He mumbled something. "Uhm, do you come h-here often...?" He asked. "No, but it's my favorite bar." You murmured. He nodded and yawned. "Do you wanna be friendsssss.....?" He slurred out, it didn't seem like he was paying attention to what he was saying. 'What's up with this guy...' "Uhm, no. Even though I don't even have any friends." You said, whispering the last part. "*hic* Huh?" He mumbled. "Nothing." You muttered quickly. You got up after taking one last sip of your beer.
"Where ya g-goin'?" He asked. "Home." You whispered. "Uhhh, okay..." He said, still having a tired tone.
You raced out of the bar and began walking to your little apartment. You knew what you were gonna do. You walked hungry, broke, tired, and depressed. It was obvious to a infant that you weren't in the best condition. Stains on your clothes. Old shoes. You felt like a burnt piece of paper. Just kinda useless. But, maybe getting yourself out of this world would help everybody else.
You had your death planned.
Silly, right? To plan your own death.
As soon as you get home you were finally gonna be "useful" to this stupid world.
You felt dizzy. Maybe it was those days without any food, pure exhaustion, and the achohol. Maybe. You held your head and felt like crying. You felt like you were gonna pass out. You felt like calling out to somebody, but there was nobody to call.
Sad.
You leaned foward, but it wasn't on purpose. Your vision slowly went to black. You didn't even feel your head smack against the hard sidewalk.
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~ 10:46 AM, the next day.
You turned over and yawned. A headache immediately captured you. You groaned and sat up.
Hm. Didn't look like your house. At all. Hm..
Hm...
A blue blanket with a grey star pattern was on you. You were on a couch. Your previous clothes were still on you, thankfully. You looked to your left and saw a large TV. You looked to your right and saw a kitchen. You yawned again and got up.
Who's house was this? Maybe it was a hot mom person. Who knows. At least they were kind enough to let you sleep at their house. You heard footsteps from the stairs and froze. You saw a familar guy. He had a tired look on his face and wore a dark blue hoodie with black shorts. "Uh, heya. You kinda passed out of the sidewalk, so I picked you up and stuff." He mumbled. You nodded. Larry. That was his name.
~ 11:05 AM
You sat at the table with Larry in silence while eating brunch. "Uh hey, thanks for picking me up and stuff. I was kinda gonna kill myself 'cause my life sucks and stuff." You mumbled. "It's alright. My life sucks too." He said. "You can stay here however long you want, if your life sucks that much or something." He continued. "Uhm, I guess.
"Just a heads up if you do, I'm autistic as hell and will possibly flirt with you randomly." He said.
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~ You ended up staying there for a week and a half. Larry and you became friends.
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