I walked home today. I saw my mother passed out drunk on the couch with cheap wine around her and vomit on the floor. Disgusting.
This wasn't something uncommon, the woman's been like this ever since my sad excuse for a father left us for a slut.
I didn't even bother to clean up her mess, it's her problem, not mine.
I jogged up to my room. I took the pack of cigarettes Chris got for me on my bedside and smoked a few. It's been a daily routine, and I doubt my mother gives a shit, she doesn't even give a shit about herself for fucks sake.
I received a text from PJ.
Pee Jay:
house party 2nite with some friends. Let's go. 👊👊👊
You:
wer @???
Pee Jay:
i'll drive you there @ 10. get ready I'll be by ur front door k
You:
k i'll be ready
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Fanfictioni never really wanted to kill anybody, but i don't want to be killed. tw; mature content, violence, sexual content, profanity »short chapters«
