There Is a Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It.

Crucify me

I wake up at from another dreamless night. Of course I have another hangover and I can tell it's already late. I stareblankly at the ceiling for a few minutes but it feels like hours. I probably came home plastered early in the morning. My phone starts to ring and I scatter for it, not really wanting to deal with any of my friends, or anyone for that matter. I look at the caller ID and it's my girlfriend, probably going to yell at me for forgetting our plans last night.

"Fuck."

The thing was, I didn't feel like dealing with her shit any longer. I'm still a young man, I really can't function with some broad pulling me down while I'm at my highest. I choose to ignore the call and sink back into my bed sheets. My phone says it's 3pm but I go back to sleep anyway.

Few hours later, I wake up again. I check the time on my phone, 7:30pm. Eh, I've slept longer. I also have a few missed calls and a text. I put my phone back down on the bed.

I crawl out of bed and slowly walk to the bathroom. I brush my teeth sloppily, as usual, tooth paste running down my mouth. It gets on my white t-shirt in which I slept in. I spit in the sink and rinse. I stare at myself in the mirror for a while. My hair falling over my eyes. I move the strands away with my hand.

"Wha' are you doin' with ya self?"

My accent was so annoying. I tried it in an american accent.

"What are you doing with your self?"

I sounded like a tosser.

I walk back to my bedroom and pull my shirt off, throwing it towards the laundry bin but missing it by a quarter of an inch, at least that's what I told myself. I rummage through my drawers and pull out, of course, a Drop Dead shirt which is decorated with many colourful cats.

"Fuckin' serious, now?" I saw to myself, as I throw the shirt out into the hall. I tell myself I'll pick it up later but really I know it'll stay there for months until one of my friends' asks about it, since they're always here.

I look through my drawers once more, actually looking this time, and pull out a red v-neck shirt. I slip it on and look for some jeans. I don't really care which ones since they are all basically the same, so I grab some black jeans and try to put them all, tripping in the process. I fall on my bed and just continue to pull my pants up. Afterwards, I sit up and reach for my old Vans, probably the oldest I've owned. They're black slip ons with small tears near the front. I slip them on and get up from the bed. Walking out the bedroom door I pass by the Drop Dead cat shirt. I grab my keys from the coffee table and walk out my front door.

I just keep walking.

I don't even know where I'm going. I just knew I couldn't stay at home doing nothing. I had to get out of the house, get away from all the things cluttering my thoughts. I didn't even bring my phone with me. I walk for a long while, and of course not even looking at where I'm going I slip on a tree root.

"Fuck!" I yell to myself as I fall on the ground. Wait, there's grass. I slowly look around realizing I've walked into the woods, looking behind me seeing that the sidewalk had turned and I had completly missed it. I should really pay more attention to what I do but obviously I'm not very good at that,

"Are you alright?" I hear a small voice say.

I glance around, still on the ground, trying to find who had said that. I spot a pretty girl standing behind a tree. She had short brown hair and big brown eyes. She wore a knee length white dress and dark make up that had been running down her cheeks. Was she crying before?

"I could ask you the same question." I stated, getting up finally.

"Oh u-um, I was sitting over near tha' tree there," She pointed at a tree larger than the others, "and I heard you fall..."