Best friends, best friend 💔 - Lil Xan

Chapter 17

Diego's POV
I'm currently losing my mind. Gabi is out with Kayla considering they haven't really hung out much since she's been here and I'm sitting in a ball listening to elevator music trying to calm my ass down. I'm so fucking depressed. I don't even understand why, I have everything I could ever want and need and yet here I am feeling lonely and like I wanna jump off a bridge. Nothings fucking working. I'm still sitting here going more mentally insane then I already am. I pull my body up off the ground and put a beanie and a grill on and grab my phone and car keys and go down to the basement of my apartment building where they're keeping my car.

"Fuck!" I yell out in frustration and start kicking the drivers side door.

I then start keying it. My brand new fucking G-Wagon. Once the whole things marked up and all scratched I grab my phone and start to record a video.

"I wanna show y'all what mental illness really fucking looks like. Y'all wanna see what that looks like?" I say starting to stand up and walk towards my car.

"I just did this to my car." I say walking and showing the scratches from my keys.

"Scratched it, keyed it up." I say.

"I just bought it. I just bought this fucking car." I say.

"Keyed all the way. Hit the fucking door!" I say kicking the drivers side door.

"You wanna know why I'm doing that?" I ask the camera.

"Cause of mental fucking illness. All this materialistic shit don't mean shit in the world. And when they won't let you do, I'm owned, I'm a fucking slave, I'm a slave to my management, I'm a slave to everybody. I don't get control of my license, I don't get control of my bank accounts. I don't get control of shit! I can't even drive that fucking car! They put it in the basement so I couldn't take it. I know I don't have a license but if I have someone with a license I can take it. So fuck everybody! This is mental fucking illness." I say wiping my face at the end.

"I don't care, make fun of me. Make fun of me on the internet, I don't give a fuck. Look at this shit." I say pointing my phone back to my car.

"Hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Wanna see something? Look." I say and kick the front of my car a few times.

"Fuck that shit." I say and end the video.

I beat on my car for a few more seconds before sinking down on the floor. I feel tears rush down my face but there's nothing I can do. I pull my phone out and post the video on twitter along with a small explanation as to why I was posting the video. Without even thinking about it I post the video on twitter. A few minutes later I'm getting calls and texts but ignore all of them until I get one from Gabi. I just really needed her. I answer the phone.

"Hello." I say shakily.

"Fuck D, where are you, I'm freaking out." She says worried.

"In front of my car in my apartment basement." I say.

"I'm on my way. Please stay put." She says and I can tell she's crying, which makes me feel even worse knowing I've mad her upset.

"Okay." I reply.

"Stay on the phone with me please. Tell me what's going on." She says and I hear a car door slam.

"I, i." I say but I can't finish my sentences.

I feel my breathe start to be taken away and my heart rate increase and my phone falls from my hands onto the floor by my side and tears continue to stream down my face. I start to become light headed and everything around me becomes blurry.