:::Anthony's POV:::
When we arrived home from the hospital, I immediately went into my room. I through myself onto the bed and a tear ran down my cheek. I thought and thought.
Why does this shit always happen to me. Why do I deserve to lose my child. Why can't she know I'm her dad. I can't stay here with my thoughts killing me.
I got up and grabbed my keys. I stormed out of my room and out the door, slamming it shut. I was about to fling myself in my car but I heard someone calling me.
???: tony! Come back! Where are you going?!
I turned around. It was chance. Ughh. I hate him.
Anthony:none of you're concern.bitch.
Chance: don't you call me the bitch.
Anthony: I'll do what I want.
I flung myself in the lambo and drove off. Leaving chance in the dust. I drove to the nearest grocery store and bought a couple of beers and cigarettes. I hadn't done this in so long. I ripped out a beer and popped it open. I chugged it down and layed back in my seat.
Anthony: I want my WORLD TO END!
I yelled to myself.
Anthony: why can't I be normal?!
I let my head hang in my hands and I sobbed and smoke and drank.
By the time I was drunk, I decided to go home. To DRIVE home. I cranked up the car and sped down the road.
Anthony: I've needs-someffing...moosic. MUSIC!!!!
I hit the radio button and a song came on, which I was getting into. I was head-banging, flipping my hair and swerving off and onto the road. I parked strangely into the driveway of the team ten house. I walked in with the beer bottles and cigarette packages in my hand. I slowly walked into the kitchen, and sat down at the table.
All of a sudden, Jake walks up to me and he looks pissed.
Jake: what the hell are those?!
Anthony: what do you think they are? Dumbass.
He snatched the pack of cigarettes and threw them on the ground.
Anthony: what the hell man?!
Jake: there is no SMOKING or DRINKING in this house!
Anthony: well too bad bitch!
I got up and stumbled to my room. I hate this. I hate my life. I hate everyone and everything. Why can't I just die. I laid on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. What is happening to me? A ringing in my ear, a lord horrid ringing, it's driving me insane, I get up and yell, but I can't hear it. I smash a chair and pieces go flying. I yell again but I still can't here anything. I run around the house screaming and breaking stuff. Soon enough I fall to my knees and start to cry. The ringing still in my ears. Jake ran in and took the bottle that I was about to smash, away. He got down to the floor and looked at me. He said something but I couldn't tell what it was.
This.is. Insanity.
