Addicted- {Don't You Remember?}

An Unexpected Surprise

The first things I felt when I opened my eyes the next day was a throbbing headache and the hot sun beating down on me. I blinked several times trying to adjust my eyes to the light above.

"Ugh..."

I couldn't figure out where I was at first. Without moving a bone in my body, I let my eyes take in my surroundings. I was surrounded by concrete, big tunnels at the ends of both sides. It looked like I was in a ditch of some sort. But where was I? How did I get here? I shut my eyes trying to remember anything that can help me figure this out. However, it only made my head ache more.

"Oh god..." I mumbled. My mouth tastes like liquor. The ditch I was in was pretty deep so it is safe to say that I must have fell. I dug my hand into my pockets, feeling around. The bottle of oxy I once had was no longer there. But my phone was still in reach. I took it out carefully and turned it on. No texts or missed calls. I wonder if I was ever able to apologize to Ghost. I felt guilt eating me up and spitting me out. I reminisced at the texts before yesterday happened. Ghost and I have been best friends for as long as I could remember. I'm a short guy and whenever someone would pick on me when we were in school, he'd always be there to back me up and raise my confidence to levels I didn't even know were possible. And I'm pretty sure yesterday I drove his confidence in the dirt. I needed to apologize. If I keep going down this road, I'll die. And if I die, I won't be able to say how sorry I am and thank him for everything he's done for me...

But I'll call him when I get home.

I trudged out of the ditch. Luckily, it wasn't very steep. But still a struggle to climb out of nevertheless. When I reached the top, I exhaled heavily. I immediately recognized where I was and realized that I wasn't far from Ghost's house. Maybe apologizing in person would be better than through the phone.

As I started my journey to Ghost's house, my mind began to swarm with thoughts. I pondered about how I would apologize to him. And if he accepted it, I can ask for his help. Although at this point, I highly doubt he'll be merciful. But hey, this is my best friend. It's worth a shot, right?

I started going over the words in my head...

Hey Ghost. Well what can I say? I was an idiot—

No.

I am an idiot. I should have never said what I said because it was dumb and it hurt you. And I'm really sorry.

Why does that sound so wussy? Might as well make out with him afterwards. Jeez. Alright, What about...

You know what? I'm in a really bad place right now and you aren't even helping me. Come to you when I'm capable of a conversation? Really? That's pretty low, even for you, you Christian, engaged bastard! Fuck you! I hope your marriage crumbles, and that you run out of peanut butter!

Ugh, not even close. I hated to admit it. But I was still pretty fumed that he said that. But Zella would beat the shit out of me if I said something that nasty. Wait, how does peanut butter tie into anything?

Eventually, I approached the front of his house. It couldn't have been at least 10 years old. I have no idea how that bastard could afford such a nice place at 23 years old. Supporting AND financially stable? No wonder why Zella's head over heels for him. I hesitated before quickly walking over the pathway that lead to the front door and knocked without thinking. I took a step back, rubbing my palms briefly against the fabric of my pants, and gulped. I still have no idea where to begin with this. My head was pounding and I felt woozy. Words just wouldn't form. After a few moments, there was still no answer.