13.Vic

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I didn't get much sleep that night. All I could think about was Ana in that ugly cell. I thought about her probably crying herself to sleep right now. I got up and rubbed my eyes.

I was home alone at my flat. It was about eleven. I went to Ana's room. Yes, Ana had a room here. From all the times she was with me.

I looked under her pillow for her diary. I know it's wrong, but, I wanted to hear everything she didn't say.

I read her latest entry.

 
April, 15th, 2015

Vic won't talk to me. I feel like a terrible person. I exploited his relationship with Ciara. I've been cutting lately, more than usual. Vic's gone on tour until May, so now I have to just hold on until then.

Hold On Till May


I put her diary back and walked back to my bedroom. I grabbed my guitar and notebook. I started to finish Ana's song.

"Choke, try to wash me down with something strong, dry, but the taste of blood remains. Cold, empty mattresses and falling stars. My, how they start to look the same. So keep in happiness and torture me while I tell you,'Let's go in style.' A million hooks around a million ways to die. Darling, it's cold outside. No, no more eyes to see the sun to see the sun. You slide into be whole I get drunk. Slow conversations with a gun mean more than I've ever said to anyone, anyone. So keep in happiness and torture me while I tell you, 'let's go in style.' A million hooks around a million ways to die. Darling let's go inside, it'll be alright. But last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables. Almost fought some bitch at the club yeah! Got kicked out of you're hotel and lost your shoes. Well, fuck what am I supposed to be, impressed? You're just another set of bones to lay to rest. I guess it's time to say goodnight. Hope you had a really good time, good time. And I will soon forget the color of your eyes, and you'll forget mine. So keep in happiness and torture me while I tell you 'let's go in style.'A million hooks around a million ways to die. Let's go outside, it'll be alright. Last night you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables."

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