Before I even open my eyes, I am awoken by the piercing pain in my head.
I feel blankets covering my body and a pillow beneath my head but I don't remember getting into any kind of bed.
Where the fuck am I?
Who that fuck put me here?
What the fuck happened?
I grasp at my head with my hand, trying to numb some of the pain, but then feel a sort of cloth touching my forehead instead of the usual flesh.
I squint my eyes open the best I can and see my hand is wrapped in a white bandage and I can spot some dark blood underneath it.
"What the-" I start to say to myself but then I spot some movement in the corner of my eyes and I whip my head around to see who it is.
"I see that Sleeping Beauty has awoken from her slumber." he smiles down at the floor and laughs a little at himself.
"Shut up and help me out of here so I can get some Advil from my bathroom."
I start to get out of the bed when I feel hands pushing me back into it.
"What the hell are you-"
"Do you remember anything?" Max interrupts me before I can finish asking him my dire question of utmost importance.
I look down at my hand and turn it around a few times.
"Not really. Where's my mom?"
Max shakes his head and sits down next to me, making me move to the side a little bit so he doesn't end up sitting on my lap.
"I don't know where your mom is. She's probably at home. You're at my house right now. You left Brianna's house and I found you walking home drunk with a cut on your hand. I took you home and was about to stitch you up and then you passed out."
He looked at me and smiled.
"I didn't want you to go home drunk so I let you sleep it off in my bed."
I finally look around the room and see that I'm laying in a black bed surrounded by all kinds of posters of his band.
A big window is to my left and on the window sill there's a cigarette tray filled with half smoked blunts.
"You didn't..."
Max tilts his head down and shuffles his feet.
"Nah. I crashed on the couch," he looked at me with a sort of innocence in his eyes, "I'm a bad person B, but I'm not the devil or anything."
I laugh and then clutch at my head, shutting my eyes tightly the the immense pain starting to reform in my head.
"Oh shit yeah, you need pain killers."
He jumps off the bed and exits the room, closing the door behind him.
I sigh loudly and put the covers over my head, breathing in, closing my eyes to the smell of cologne...and then they pop right back open.
What the fuck am I doing?
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It felt like I had been laying in Max's bed for the whole day, but when I turned my phone over, it said that it was only 10:45.
He had brought me the Advil a couple hours ago and I had went back to sleep like a brick.
He hadn't bothered me since though, which I found to be kind of weird.
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Society Killed The Teenager
Novela Juvenil"I've always had this feeling that I wouldn't live to see past 30. Life has always been hard for me and I know that one day, it'll kill me." I put down my pen and slash my wrists, painting the paper a beautiful red. I look at the note and tuck it...
