Love me not

Chapter 3

That night i couldnt fall asleep. How could my friends do that to me? Did the really even care about my breakup? Or did they just expect me to be fine? Why were they trying to force me into a relationship? I couldnt take it anymore. I called jade. Things had to be said. 3 rings. 3 more rings. Answering machiene. I threw my phone across the room. I hate this!! I hate my life! I would still be with him right now if it werent for my stupid desicions. I need to apolgize..i need to hear his voice again. I called and got an answering machience, but stay on anyways. "Aye wassup yall this is christopher..." And then a girl comes on... "And this angel!!" Im hurt but i keep listenting... I must be wrong, he cant have a new girlfriend. And then: "and we are the honeybirds!" They say in uninsin. Thats when i know. I hang up. I cant bare to listen. That use to be our nickname for us...god, i cant think straight. I need some vodka. I go downstairs and drink and drink until i see black. Then nothing. The next morning, i wake up to someone shaking me. "Wake up. Rachel wake up!" I lift my head up to see who it is, but immideatly lay it back down. My head hurts. Alot. But i like it. Sick, i know. But right now i love pain. They help me get my head up, and then i see its jade a joanne. I take in the scence around me- empty vodka bottles busted on the floor, and im laying in blood... WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?! I start to get scared and ask if they know anything. They say they dont know. That they just got worried and walked in to me like this. There faces look concerned- and jade starts crying. I look down and see a bandage wrapped around my wrist. "Whats this??" I asked . I was so confused. Then jade starts crying harder. It starts to all make since- the blood, jade crying, there concerend faces, the bandage.... I gasp. I couldnt have. Its not possible.... "She was too drunk to remeber" joanne says to jade. This isnt happening. I stand up and bolt out the door- ignoring the severe pain in my head. I need fresh air. I need to think. I walk to the park me and christopher always went to. I sit on a swing and cry and cry and cry. I still love you... I whisper softly to myself. I still love you..