Broken *UNDERGOING EDITING*

The Funeral

I took another swig of whisky.

I was shitface wasted but I couldn't care less.

My best friend died eight hours ago. I can get drunk.

I knew where my dad used to keep his alcohol. I never cleaned it out so I figured it was still there. I figured right.

The whisky burned my throat still. Wiping away more tears, I chugged and chugged.

My front door opened.

"W-w-who is that-t! I ca-an beat you like Patrick!" I cried

"Alexa?" Austin came into my view

"A-aus-s-styyyy." I drawled

"Are you drunk?" he asked staring at the half empty whisky bottle in my hand

"Yes, silly. My best friend just died like poof. I needed alcohol, duh." I rolled my eyes

"Give the bottle to me, Alex." he coaxed

"No!" I shrieked

I was a mess. I was acting like one and probably looked like one too.

"Alexa, you're gonna hurt yourself." he reasoned

"No. Only you and death hurt me!" I screamed

"I don't hurt you, Alexa." he said

"Yes! Yesssss! In here!" I pointed to my chest

He shook his head, "Alexa, you're wasted."

"I know." I told him, "You alreadyyy said that-t."

Austin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "Alexa, if you give me that bottle, I'll go get you a brand new, better one."

"Okayy!" I chirped, throwing the bottle at him

He took it and emptied it out in the sink.

"Austyyy!" I whined

"Off to bed for you. You need rest." he said

"B-but it's light out!" I protested

"Doesn't matter." he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.

"You're a meanie." I yawned

He chuckled, "And you're wasted."

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I woke up when I felt my butt crash onto the ground.

"Oh shit." I cursed

I groaned. I had a massive headache. I looked around. How was I in my room? Last I remember I was driving home from the hospital.

I sat up and cracked my back.

I need some advil asap. My head hurt like fuck.

I walked downstairs and I heard the TV on.

"What the hell?" I muttered

I groggily walked into my living room to turn off the TV but instead I got scared shitless.

There was a boy sitting on my couch.

"Ahhh!" I screamed

My head did not appreciate that. I winced and started rubbing my temple.

The boy whipped around. It was Austin.

"What the hell? When did you get here?" I sputtered

He shrugged, "A while ago."