Problem Solving - A BFDI AU

Chapter 1: Loser

All I could see was a dark gray blur. I was sitting atop my bed, vision getting faint while staring at the ceiling. I didn't bother trying to strain myself and try to figure out why exactly my vision was fading. "This is my fate": This is the conclusion I came to. Not a reason more did I deserve in this world to lie here and perish for whatever reason. Why do I deserve this? Ah, nothing much other than the fact that I almost killed my ex. Allow me to elaborate.

Yesterday, I was at a party with a bunch of people, including my boyfriend at the time, Cake. He had never been to an afterschool party, and didn't even know what happened at one. I decided to take him, and I had never seen him happier. Little did we know this night would throw our lives into the deepest pits of hell. The place this party was held was a very fancy mansion. White pillars made of marble, picture perfect white walls without a scratch, the kind of house I would live in if I hadn't sold mine to blend in with everyone. When we entered, we were greeted and I could tell most people here were already drunk out of their minds, and I would be joining them soon. I noticed Cake was put off by this sight, and me telling him this was normal at parties didn't seem to help. What also didn't seem to please him was me almost severing his foot.

Once I started getting really drunk, Cake let me know he was heading to the bathroom, so I let him go. Thirty minutes later, while I was cutting myself a slice of cake, I noticed he still hadn't come back. I then walked off to the bathroom to check up on him, and there he was standing at the bathroom mirror. He turned to me and told me he wished to leave. I told him it's fine, and that it's only eight o'clock, but he didn't budge. He started panicking, probably because I didn't realize I still had that damn cake knife in my hand. I kept pushing, pushing for him to stay, but he stayed firm. I lost it. I needed him to stay, but he didn't. I came at him with the knife, but almost immediately dropped it. It stuck in the floor, and I began to come back to reality. I ran away from him. I ran away from the mansion. Away from that knife, away from my car, and away from my demons.

Now I'm here. Vision fading just like I hope to eventually. Starving, but unable to move for some reason. Wasting away, just like the line of text Cake has sent me telling me it's okay and not my fault. Stupid pushover. He needs to leave me alone. Leave me alone to fade out.