6 Days Of Hell

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Louis's POV

Six days. It's been six days since she left me. Six long, horrid, dreadful days of hell. The first day was like amnesia for me. I completely forgot about the breakup when I woke up that morning, sobered up from the night before. I called Savannah, but she didn't answer the phone.

On the second night, I broke every single mirror and glass items in my flat which caused the neighbors call the police for my disruptive behavior.

On the third to fourth day, I was locked up until mum bailed me out of jail. Later that night I went to the pub and caused a couple of fights.

On the fifth day, I spent the entire day in my cold, half-empty bed. The bed felt bigger and emptier then usual and then I cried myself when I remember the reason why it is so big and empty.

And today is the sixth day, I am walking home drunk and angry. By now I have lost all faith in myself to recover from this heartbreak.

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I stumble and almost trip as I walk. I earn multiple glares and stares from pedestrians. I hazily smile at them for no reason and kept walking. It is dusk and I am in the middle of the street, drunk and fragile. I take another swig of vodka placed in my hand. The bittersweet tastes is left in my mouth after I swallow it down.

I look up at the gray sky. Without thinking, I began to yell and demand why I am punished for loving someone to God directly. I scream at the top of my lungs and swear. My thought were all over the place. Her voice is all I hear. Her scent is all I smell. Her figure is all I see. At that, I furiously threw the bottle of vodka to the ground and it shatters at the impact. The sound of breaking glass echoes around the quiet neighborhood. I fall to my knees and hysterically sob. I weakly plea for her to come back to me. But she doesn't and this make me cry harder.

I stood in the middle of the street what seems for hours but only minutes sobbing for her to come back to me and let me hold her like I used to. I sobbed even harder when I thought of the word 'used to'. I thought of the good memories while we lasted and I sobbed even more. When it thought of the bad memories I thought of how stupid I was to do those things to her. I was a fool in love, and I was in to deep.

I finally got up from the ground, sobbing all the way home. I was still sobbing when I got home. When I got home, I grabbed everything that reminded me of her. I look at it before I destroy it. I finally destroyed everything that she left.

I walked down the hall to our old bedroom. I stand at the door way and remember the memories we had.

*Flashback*

"Babe" Savannah groaned when I tried getting her up for we can have breakfast together. "Baby, get up or I'll tickle you" I told her in my most serious tone I had.

"Ya right, like you tickle me. You always say you are but you don't babe" She reminded me, but she was also true. "Try me" I tell her with bravery in my voice.

"Whatever Lou" she said. I started walking toward the bed on my tippy-toes so she wont here me, but she cant see me because she has the cover over her head to block the sunlight.

I'm now by the side she is on and get on top of her and started tickling her.

She was hysterically laughing by now and I can see her beautiful face. "Louuuuu stop" she said in between laughs.

I finally stop tickling her and stared into her eyes and we both started to lean in.

*Flashback over*

Then something caught my eye, then I realized what it was. I walked over to it and picked it up. I sat down on the bed and held onto it. I didn't realized I was crying until a tear slipped down my cheek then onto my forearm.

I crawled up to the top of the bed and grabbed her pillow and held onto to it along with her necklace I gave her.

I fell asleep dreaming that she would come back and let me hold her in my arms like she used to let me.

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