After Death e.g.d

Dented Blue

17.03.27
A 1:00am

I wake up in the night screaming and yelling to be saved. Today is the  anniversary. I get up with tears in my eyes and throbbing in my head. My dads were out of town on a buisness trip so they didn't hear my screams.

I slipped on a hoodie and some black leggings. I grab my box of cigarettes and my lighter before going outside. I walked to a bar hoping to drink my sorrows away.

I get to the bar and kill my cigarette by placing my foot on it.

I walk in and look around. I sit down at a stool, distancing myself from others.

"Vodka cranberry" I say as I bury my face into my hands.

The bartender gives me what I ordered. "You okay" he asks me with concern written on his face.

"Rough night" I say

"Wanna talk about it" he asks sliding my drink over to me.

"Nope" I say as I down my drink in a matter of seconds

"Another one please" I ask as I slide my cup over to him

"Damn. You are messed" he says pouring me more"

"Yup" I say

"Hey Manro" a deep voice says from behind me.

"What the fuck do you want." I say without turning back.

"You know what I want." He says sitting down beside me.

"Yep I do. But your not getting it so i would walk away if I were you" I say taking a sip from my drink.

"Oh cmon. You aren't gonna do shit" he says laughing and taking my drink from my hand

"Did they tell you about me. My story. My ranking." I say looking at him directly into the eyes.

He stays silent. "I know your a weak, pathetic little bitch." He says anger laced in every word

"Then why the hell do you want me so bad." I ask deviously

"I don't. If it were my choice you would've been dead a long time ago." He says with a smirk playing on his lip.

"That's so dumb it's almost funny" I say with a hint of amusement in my voice.

"If you don't come willingly I will have to take you by force whether you want it or not" he says with a smile

"You lay a hand on me, you will be as good as dead." I whisper calmly to him

He smirks and turns on his heel and walks out without another word.

I pay the bartender and walk out. I get back into my house and sit on my bed.

I don't bother going back to sleep. I wouldn't be able to either knowing what today was.

Today was the anniversary of my death.

I get changed into a guns and roses t shirt and some dark blue jeans. I put on my glasses since I'm not in the mood to poke my eyes

I couldn't do it today. Any day but today

I make my way downstairs and eat some oatmeal before grabbing my bag and walking out the door.

I walk to my locker and start to place some books into my bag.

"Heya" says Damien walking over to me.

"Hey" I say back with a smile

From the corner of my eye I see him look me up and down

"See something you like" I joke

"Yeah I do" he says back biting his lip

I laugh awkwardly and rub my hand on my arm.

I decided to smile all day even though I wanted to sit down and cry

"So are you heading to the library?" He asks me

"Yeah I wanted to finish my book" I say locking my locker and walking with him

"Mind if I tag along?" He asks me

I honestly didn't mind. Damien was really nice

We get to the library and sit down on a couch at the back. I put on my headphones and start to read my book.

Damien lays his head on my lap and goes on his phone.

Ethans POV

My head aches as I wake up. I look to my left and right and see two girls naked. I look at myself and I'm naked also. There are bongs and messy clothes covering the ground. I see a bottle of vodka on my desk.

I get up and put on my boxers. I grab the bottle and take a swig if it. I get dressed and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Who the fuck was in my reflection. I look down at my arms and the faded scar marks.

I turn around to the girls on my bed. I shake the blond one lightly and she wakes up

"Hey baby" she says

"You and your whore friend better be out of this house before I get back." I say

She stares at me with her mouth open. I walk downstairs and out the front door, not bothering to eat. I get on my bike and head to the school.

I head to her locker. Cards, flowers and other bullshit was still there. Dull and faded. But there

I feel anger take over me as I punch my fist into the locker. I hear a loud bang and I dent the blue metal. I keep going until my fists are bloody.

Cloe's POV

I finished my book and me and Damien decided to walk around.

We start to walk down a hallway until I see a crowd forming near my old locker.

We shove our way through and I see Ethan repeatedly punching it. Blood comes out of his knuckles but I don't think he seems to notice.

Damien yells and tries to get him to stop by grabbing his arm. Ethan then turns around and punches Damien.

Ethan starts to punch Damien like he was a boxing bag.

"ETHAN STOP" I yell at him with tears flooding my vision

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAN! GET THE FUCK OFF HIM ETHAN" Grayson says coming through the crowd pulling Ethan.

Ethan struggles for a bit against Grayson, anger masking his face until he sees me. His expression immediately softens. He looks shocked like he just got out of a trance and quietly says "sorry" to Damien

I crawl down next to him and examine his unrecognizable face.

I look back up and Grayson and Ethan are no longer there.

I look up at the locker. My old picture is there

I look back at the crowd and they all look at me and then the picture.

I rush out of the crowd and try to look for Ethan.