Miracle Message (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Eleven~

Lucy's P.O.V

My world was spinning, it was like roller-coaster, going through loops, and drops. I've never felt so confused about my feelings. 

I knew Brandon was upset, I could tell. But he never pressured me, into anything I didn't want to do. 

It wasn't like I didn't want to speak to him, I needed to. But I couldn't, I didn't know how. 

The past week or so, I've been partying, drinking, and even smoking at this point. 

It wasn't because I was depressed, it was because I wanted the feelings, thoughts, and memories to disappear. Even if it was for a couple of hours. 

I push my small pity party away, looking down at the mini bar. 

I looked miserable, I felt miserable, even my own aurora was miserable. 

But, in my opinion, I could care less what people thought of me. 

Sloppily, I raised from my wooden stool, walking to the bathroom upstairs. Tripping over air, I carried my heavy body up the flight of stairs. I turned to my left, opening the large white door.

Clearing my vision, to the bright light, there were a couple of people knocked in the bathtub. Piled on top of one another, like a bunch of dead bodies. 

I chuckled at the sight, walking away. 

I might as well go home..  

I fumbled down the stairs, opening the large door. As I walked further away, the loud bass from the music got quieter, and quieter. 

~~~~~~

"Lucy....Lucy...Lucy!" 

A deep male voice yelled my name continuously. Causing me to groan in response.

Suddenly, the earth shook around me.  Opening my eyes, I saw an Asian man holding his long arms around my slim and boney shoulders.

As my vison cleared from its blurry state, I pulled my torso upwards, rubbing the temples of my head.

Looking up at the Korean boy, I sheepishly smile. Knowing it was Luciel.

"W-what happened?" I whisper.

He sat at the end of my bed, sighing at my sight.

"You were extremely intoxicated. I had to drag you to your own bed." Luciel response.

I sigh, laying my head on headboard of my bed.

"Can you get me some water and ibuprofen?" I ask.

"Sure." He smiled, walking out of my room.

I groan loudly as he left.

I'm such a piece of shit. I'm so sorry, Luciel.

From my nightstand, I grab my iPhone. Turning it on, as I pick up my white charger.

More than ten different social media notifications showed up, including Brandon's name.

I frown, knowing I should respond.

Sadnecessaryy: "Morning, Luc. Hope all is well. Anyways, I'm leaving to Philadelphia tomorrow, to see my cousin. And if it's not a burden, could you pick me up at the Northeast Philadelphia Airport?"

I stared at the blunt message, as my eyes widened.

H-he's coming to Philadelphia...tomorrow?