Boys & Blades

4: I'm fucked

I walked over to the table with all the alcohol on it, examining each bottle. I picked up a bottle of vodka, opened it, and began to drink. After a few drinks, my body was warm and I felt lightheaded.

"Oh my god, Nami is that you?" I heard a high-pitched voice say to me. Her voice felt like nails on a chalkboard to me, and I chugged down more of the liquid rapidly before turning around to face her. 

At this point, everything began to spin and the music was pounding even louder into my ears.

"Err- Laeya right?" I said, stumbling as I turned around to look at her. A blonde-haired girl, wearing a short dark blue top and a mini-skirt, faced me. 

"Uhm, It's Trinity, but it's okay, we haven't seen each other in a while, haha" she responded, letting out an awkward chuckle and tucking a piece of her hair behind her air.

"What do you want?" I said, clutching my stomach as I suddenly felt sick.

"I just wanted to check in on you and-"

Suddenly a mix of green and yellow liquid and chunks of food spewed out of my mouth, landing on her skirt and running down her legs. She shrieked in terror and froze, beginning to cry.

"You fucking bitch!" She shouted through her tears. The music turned down and everyone turned their attention to us, a crowd forming around us. Trinity lunged for me, taking us both down to the ground. We began fighting and people were yelling and recording. Miles made his way through the crowd, pulling Trinity and me apart and holding us both back. He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me outside. I quickly pulled away from him, he placed his hand on my fresh cuts.

"You fucking asshole!" I yelled, placing a gentle hand on my sore wrist and glaring at him. My nose was bleeding, my head was pounding, my stomach was still whirling, and everything was happening so fast. He froze and stared at my wrist, walking closer to me and trying to pull up my sleeve. I resisted and turned away from him, but he quickly turned me back around and forcefully rolled up my sleeve.

He and I both went silent, staring at the cuts on my wrist.

"..Nami" he muttered, looking up at me sadly. 

"I'm fine. Fuck you." I quickly said, pulling my arm away from him and running off, stumbling along the way. I had fallen down a few times on the way and scraped my knees causing them to bleed. Finally, I was exhausted and only halfway back home. I sat down in the wet grass. Tears began to spill out. It was dark outside, I was lost, drunk, cold, and scared, and on top of everything, I vomited on an old friend and Miles found out that I was self-harming again. I should've never gone to that stupid party.

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"Namiko!" a voice shouted, finally waking me up. I sat up groggily and looked around, taking in my surroundings. The walls were painted a dark blue, there were artist posters on the wall, LED lights, a big window with the sun shining in, and a stool by the bed I was sitting in. 

This was Miles's room. Miles was sitting on the stool by the bed.

"Jesus, finally. What the fuck happened last night? Where did you go?!" He said, his voice a little louder. 

"I got lost... I don't know." I whispered, my throat sore and parched. 

Miles covered his face with his hands, placing his elbows on his knees and sighing. "Are your parents in town?" 

"Uhm, yeah. Why?"

"Namiko, holy shit you're slow as hell!" He half-shouted, standing up. "You came to a party, got drunk, blacked out, and almost got lost while you're fucking parents were in town?!"

"Please... stop yelling, Miles. I just want to go back to sleep."

He didn't say anything and walked out of the room, probably to get his emotions in control. A minute later he walked back in with a cup of water. I looked at him puzzled.

"How did you..."

"Just drink it. You got wasted last night and fought Trin, after that, you wandered off down a road and got lost and we almost had to call the cops cause we didn't know where you went. I was worried sick about you. I thought you were dead until I find you passed out in someone's fucking front yard."

"I'm sorry, I... was having a shitty time and needed a distraction."

Miles paused for a moment and stared at me. He quickly glanced at my sleeves then back at me thinking I didn't notice.

"Get some rest and sober up, then we'll talk."