Stay Sober For Me

Have A Great Day

I get in my room and don't bother to grab a smoke or anything I just open my box and grab a new razor, generally I'm drunk when I cut, that's why it's only happened 69 times with razors in the past two years 89 including other objects. This is different I don't have Hayden this time. I take the razor and press it deep into my skin, wincing at the pain as I start to drag the blade. I took it seven times, this is the deepest yet. I look at the time its 7:36 PM Eric is probably back by now I grab my keys and vodka, as I walk out of the house my dad mutters something like piece of shit can't even stay for a minute but I just get in my car and start heading to Eric's.
I start playing my music and before I know it I'm sitting in Eric's drive way and I'm getting a call from a non USA number I'm not in the mood to answer but I do it anyway.
"Hello?"
"R-Ry, is it you?"
"Who is this?" I'm ready to cry there's no way it's a prank it sounds to much like her.
"Ryley wake up," wait what NO IT CANT BE.
I open my eyes it was just a dream, Eric was on the phone with someone as he unbuckled me.
"Hey, Ryleys gonna crash at my place -K - Bye," he hung up it was my dad. Dude do u need me to carry you. I nodded in response I couldn't bring myself to speak. Eric carried me inside, laid me on the couch, and got me a glass of water, "Dude what happened?"
"I-I don't know," he put his hand under my sweatshirt and took it off, there was no use in hiding them from him anymore. "R-Ryley you need stitches these are really fucking deep."
"I-I know it's just that I wasn't drunk Eric, they made me climb a tree and called me a girl and th-," I started balling, he grabbed me some things from his cabinet and dressed my wounds. I was shaking I hadn't ate really anything since my last day with Hayden because I lost my appetite, we loved eating together it wasn't the same without her. Eric hugged me and held me for ten minutes crying with me.
"We're going for a ride," I smiled at the thought, we used to go joy riding all the time when I was 13. He rushed to my house, picked my stuff out and we started on our journey. It was great we played our favorite music, and Eric even played of our bands demos, one of which he wrote because of me;

Tomorrow's a new day
You'll probably be the same
You don't just change
In just one night

Although it can differ
For some of us
Some will wake up
And find their true love

All I ask of you
Is to put that razor down
Buckle up your seatbealt
And try not to frown

You might hate yourself now
It's probably a phase
It'll go away somehow (right?)
But it's not a race

Someone out there loves you
You'll probably disagree
I know that you doubt me (now)
One day you'll come to see

All I ask of you
Is to put that razor down
Buckle up your seatbealt
try not to frown
(x2 fading each time)

All I ask of you
Is to put that razor down
Buckle up your seatbealt
try not to frown

And have a great day.

By then end of the ride I was no longer crying and and bummed a cigarette from Eric.

After finishing my smoke I went inside and went and watched Stranger Things with Eric, falling asleep, my head in his lap.

THX TO THOSE FEW READING COMMENT SUGGESTIONS. THE SONG IS A SONG I WROTE A WHILE AGO SO YOU WONT FIND IT ON YOUTUBE OR ANYTHING