Pain

The Injection.

Song ~ Little Lion Man by Tonight Alive.
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I woke up to some music being quietly played through some speakers. I looked at my surroundings and sat up from a couch that I was passed out on. I was in the blue room at Octobers house. I looked next to me to see that Danny was not there when I remember him falling asleep before me last night after we hid from Michael.

A blanket was draped over my body and I looked across from me to see Jackson smoking out of a bong.

"Oh hey." I said as I sat up.

"And she lives." Jackson said after he cleared his lungs of smoke.

I furrowed my eyebrows together as I felt a throbbing pain approaching in the center of my eyes.

"Where's Danny and October?" I asked as I fully sat up from the couch.

"Uh I think they went to go buy some trash bags and coffee." He said.

"Oh, who put this blanket on me?" I asked.

"October actually laid it across you and Danny when you guys were both asleep on the couch, I came down after Michael left and I saw October placing a blanket on you guys." He said.

"After me and Danny came down here, how long after did Michael leave?" I asked.

"About fifteen minutes later." He said as he set the bong on the coffee table that was in front of him.

Memories from last night were beginning to drown my brain. They were coming in pieces but I was slowly putting them together.

Getting shit faced drunk, stumbling around, smoking for the first time, listening to Led Zeppelin with October in the blue room, going for a walk and ended up seeing Michael, fighting with Michael, and ending things with Michael.

I stopped putting the pieces together when I remember I called it a quits with Michael. My heart dropped as I thought about all the things I remember saying to him last night, and the things he said to me last night. I'm not gonna lie, everything I said I meant it. Everything about us fighting everyday to seeing Michael for the last time last night.

I meant every word I said when I was yelling at him, and I don't regret it, but I'm not sure that, that was gonna be the last time I saw him because I know he'll have more to say to me, especially since I'm sober now. I feel sad and terrible but at the same time like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. Right now I'm scared to even talk to him over the phone, of what he's going to say or if he'll even answer, I'm scared right now just thinking about calling him. So I'm not going to. I'm not going to say sorry for something I meant to say just because it hurt his feelings, I'm just going to go through the day without thinking about what's going to come next.

But the thing that is making my brain itch is what he meant by saying the old Michael is back? Does he mean rude, abusive high school bully Michael? Because that's the only Michael I can think of. I wonder what he's doing right now, is he sad? Happy? Depressed?.....High?

My train of thought was interrupted by Jackson jumping up from the couch as he began to dance to a song that began to place through the speakers.  

He came up to me and pulled me off of the couch as he continued to dance.

I laughed and began to dance to the beat of the song as well.

"Please tell me you know this song, I love this song!" He happily said as he danced around the room.

"Of course I do, it's Sex on Fire by kings of leon! It was my dad's favorite song when I was like eight, he used to play it all the time." I said.