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cole is drinking vodka, and i don't know how he hasn't passed out yet from how empty the bottle is. i walk towards him slowly, not wanting to startle him.
"you know, when i was fifteen, i couldn't wait to get drunk. turns out, nothing happens to me if i drink. what a bitch, right? a way to get away from life, even if the ending result isn't good, and it doesn't work." cole scoffs. i sit down next to him, try to take the bottle away, but he shakes his head.
"what?" i ask.
"i don't want to be fine, anya. so don't try to take care of me." cole replies, and continues to drink straight from the bottle.
"how are you not sick right now?" i ask, astonished.
he shrugs, "i don't know. maybe it means i'm supposed to do something good."
"then why don't you?" i question.
"i've never been one to care about things very much." he says, and i sigh.
"why not?" i wonder aloud. i shouldn't be here. i'm only gonna get hurt, in the end.
"stop asking me questions, anya. go home. just go home." he mutters.
"you want people to figure you out, but then you push them away. you're impossible!" i exclaim, standing up, considering leaving.
cole starts to laugh, a deep laugh, and it scares me. he scares me right now.
"or do i?" he says, and he continues to laugh, and laugh. i'm confused, and i'm scared, and i'm hopeless. so i leave.
but, as i'm on the street, walking home, i hear him crying. i hear him sobbing, so loudly, and it's heartbreaking. i would turn around, i would go back, but nothing would help him.
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cigarettes & a full moon
Teen Fictionlove is death (DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was 13 or 14 and I understand there are many mistakes!!!! I won't be editing this story so it will stay as it was. If you read this story now by any chance please((!!!!))keep in mind I was a very young...
