Second chances

Part 3

"Ok, so what now?"
"Now you complete your task."
"Which is...what exactly?"
"You must-"
I thought of the worst possible things I could have done, but they suddenly didn't seem that significant, even my biggest fears.
"-Live" All of the courage, hope and sarcasm drained out of my body in an instant. If I could see my face, it would have lost all color. I had a new biggest fear.
"Why?"
"Three weeks after you killed yourself, your girlfriend, jennifer, followed suit. She was found hanging in her bathroom 3 days later when she didn't come in for work for obvious reasons."
Even more happiness left my body. I woke up once again in the grey chair I was beginning to hate. I stood up and debated just killing myself, but the thought quickly vanished as I thought of Jen. I walked over to the kitchenette and grabbed a bottle of vodka, then proceeded to chug ⅓ of it and stand there for several moments, contemplating the gravity of the situation. I'm a 20 year old, 140 pound girl and let me tell you, 8 oz of 80 proof vodka chugged in less than a minute will do shit to you. I walked to the couch and began to stagger to the left, then correct myself, only to find that my vision was blurry. I managed to sit down, my head spinning and just sat there until I felt vomit coming. I didn't even try running to the bathroom, I just threw up all over the cream colored carpet, and myself. Sitting for even longer, staring at the pool of my stomach contents, I realized maybe I could do this, maybe I could even be happy. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. In that moment, what I needed to do was clean up this pile of stink.

Once I was sobered up and had filled out the paperwork from the accident, I headed out my door, about to go to the parking garage when I realized I had no car. I had hardly any money, but enough to pay for a cab to go a couple miles to Jennifer's house. "You sure you want me to leave you here?"
"I... don't see why you wouldn't."
I got out and the cab drove off. weird. My shoes practically dragged along the sidewalk as I walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell. Jen answered with a huge smile and hugged me, only slightly constricting my organs. She let go her expression changed when she noticed mine. "Are you alright?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah, no I'm fine, I just got in a-uh a bit of a fender bender. That's all."
"Oh no, what happened."
"I swerved into a tree."
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, no, I am. The car Isn't."
"here, come inside, I'll make coffee."
Exactly what I needed.