*In process of editing*
Grayson's POV
I woke up with a banging headache. I opened my eyes, and felt like I had just been shot right through my heart.
She was gone.
I rolled over and hid myself in the sheets.
"Grayson?" Ethan said as he tapped me. I just mumbled a yes, as I buried my face into a pillow.
"Grayson, I need you to look at me" He said sounding worried.
"Why?" I asked as I sat up.
I looked at my twin brother, he gasped as he grabbed my face.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
He just stood up and walked away from me into the bathroom.
What is wrong with him?
I got up and walked into the bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
Oh.
My eyes were red and my pupils were large. The bags under my eyes were huge, and my skin was almost white. I looked terrible.
That's when I remembered.
I ran back into the room, searching for my jacket. When I found it, I reached into the pocket, pulling out all the drugs that I took from that man in the alleyway.
I put my head in my hands.
Shit.
I immediately stood up and hid them in my jacket again. I made my way out of the room, ignoring Ethan's calls for me to come back.
I ran out of the hotel as I pulled my hood over my head. She was on my mind. She was in my head. I needed to get her out. I was going insane.
I needed her.
I walked to the alleyway, but nobody was there. Great. I then walked down the street, until I came across a bar. I walked in, up to the bar.
I wasn't asked for ID as I look pretty old for my age. I took shot after shot, not caring how I was meant to pay for them as I had no money on me. I'll think of something.
Right now, all that mattered was drowning out the pain. My heart ached at the thought of her, I needed to forget. She wasn't coming back, I knew it.
My head was spinning. As I took another shot, a hand was placed on my shoulder. I looked up to see Ethan. How did he find me?
"Grayson, lets go" He said as he pulled me off the stool I was sat on.
"No!" I yelled as I pushed him off me.
"Grayson come on" He tried again, but I pushed him away.
"Go away, Ethan" I spat as I sat back down.
He pulled me to my feet again.
"I don't need you!" I yelled as I pushed him off me again.
He didn't say anything, he just tried dragging me to the exit.
"Get the fuck of me!" I yelled as I swung at him, my fist connecting with his jaw, making him fall backwards.
He put his hand out to a table to stop himself from falling. That's when we were escorted out of the bar.
"Wait! He didn't pay!" The bartender yelled as I was thrown out of the bar.
Shit.
I got up and started running. I ran as fast as I could, leaving Ethan. I ran in the direction of the alleyway where I had met the man, and to my luck, he was there.
I walked over to him as I stuck my hand into my jacket, pulling out the drugs and handing them to him.
I then turned on my heel to walk away from him.
"Not so fast, boy" The man said as He put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and looked at him.
"You owe me" He said as he removed his hand.
"What?" I asked confused.
"For the free taste I gave you yesterday" He said, making me realise what he meant.
"I don't have any money on me" I said. He just laughed at me.
"Oh I don't want your money, son. You are going to do something for me" He said as he took a step closer to me.
"And if you don't? You will pay" He said silkily.
My head was spinning.
I couldn't think straight, I didn't know what was happening.
"What do I have to do?" I asked confused.
"I need you to meet up with a customer outside of town, I need you to give him these."
I just nodded as I took the bag from his hand.
"He will be at the quiet gas station, just outside of town. Meet him tonight, he will be there at around 11" He added.
I wasn't thinking straight. I was smashed. I had never been drunk before, so it had hit me like a truck.
I needed to forget.
"Hey, have you got any of what you gave me yesterday?" I asked the man. He just laughed at me.
"No. But I've got something else" He said with a smirk.
"What does it do?" I asked, interested.
"Same effect, different shit" He said as he reached into his jacket, pulling out a little packet.
He handed me the packet and I looked at it. If it's going to make me forget the pain, then I'll take it. I can't deal with it. I can't deal with the fact she's gone. I need to forget.
I walked away from the man as I put my hood up again. I walked up to the hotel, making my way to Ethan's room.
When I walked in, I saw Ethan sat on the bed, a bruise on his jaw. I took one look at him, then started running. I ran out of the hotel.
I did that.
I did that to my own brother.
I ran and ran, until I found myself at a park. I sat down on a bench as I took the pill out of my jacket. I quickly swallowed it and tilted my head back as I closed my eyes.
A fuzzy feeling took over my body as my mind went blank.
The pain disappeared.
The emotion was gone.
I was bare.
I was vacant.
I was Blank.
