Chapter 2

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by its-me--sam

by its-me--sam

Once again I spent the day locked in the room, drinking a lot, crying a lot, wishing for death a lot. My life was a total mess. I could expect to be abandoned by all the people I know, I mean it wouldn't be the first time, but not for him. Not for him!

I threw the empty bottle against the wall seeing shatter into small glasses, I grabbed one and cut myself, watching my blood paint my clothes and the floor. I swore him that I would never cut myself again, but now, here I am, covered in tears and blood. And all because of him. He was the reason I stop and the reason I restarted. Just been two weeks since he left, again, and I feel like I'm drowning but I'm not able to die and that sucks. I could kill myself but I'm too pussy for that. I heard my phone ringing, probably was my boss, I mean I haven't left this house since Zayn's gone.

I look at the phone and it seems like the letters just couldn't be in the same place for 3 seconds. Shit, I'm drunk. However I answer.

'' Kaytline, I need your help, please I don't know what to do and I don't have anyone to call.''

Because of the alcohol I don't recognised the voice and 'the voice' seems nervous, that's fucked up.

'' Who is it?'' I try to say without sounding drunk.

''It's Liam, please Kaytline come to my house, I'm desperate.''

''I'm on my way Liam.''

Driving drunk, what could possibly go wrong? I grabbed the keys and left the house.

Okay, I'm not that drunk and Liam needs my help. I can do this. I said to myself when I get in the car. Liam's house was only 15 minutes of road. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing could go wrong.

Shit.

I felt the car loosing control, I felt the car falling down the hill, I felt me flying for the oposite side of the car and when it stops, I felt nothing.

My eyes were open but I couldn't move, I saw blood dripping from my head. It's the end I thought and closed my eyes.

I woke but I didn't know where I was, I tried to look around but I couldn't move, all I heard was an annoying bip-bip that was driving me crazy. It looks like I've been sleeping for ages. Am I dead? No, I'm not dead I sooner figured out. I'm at a hospital.

Quickly a lady came to me and pointed me a light to the eyes. Shit, that light was too bright.

''Can you hear me?''- she said slowly.

I nod.

''Can you speak?''

'' Yes.'' - I said.

'' Okay, good. Please rest a little, the doctors will see you in a while.''

''What happened to me?''

''You were in coma for almost two months.''