I'm back after a long break, I just haven't had the time to write but I'm back on track now. :)
When I woke up, my head was pounding and the room was spinning. I look to my right to see a bottle of whiskey laying on the floor.
Damn, did I drink that much?
I rarely chugged down the whole bottle unless something had really bothered me that day, apparently it had been that dumb assembly the whole school board thought was a good idea.
Everyone had been treating me like some kid who's dog just got run over by a car. I would always tell them that I don't want a pity party. I hated when people felt bad for me, there were other things going on in this world and they are worried about me? People should really get their heads out of their asses.
I finally worked up the effort to get out of bed and go take a shower. I grab my bathroom necessities and head to the bathroom. I set my things down on the counter and look around, feeling as if I had forgot something.
Oh yeah, underwear. Might need that.
I half walk, half run back into my room even though the bathroom was only next door to my room. I double checked and made sure I had everything before I let the water run.
When I take a shower, that's where I do most of my thinking. Not bad thoughts, just simple, what ifs. What if I was there with Kris? What if she never came to this school? What if dad was still here? What if..?
They filled my mind constantly, I just only let them out when I'm in the shower. It might seem weird but I only do this just in case I cry, no one can hear me over the running water.
I felt the warm water cascade down my back, running my fingers through my hair. Man, I need a haircut. I kinda look like a lion.
After my ten minute long shower, I hop out and get dressed. I walk back to my room, humming a quiet melody. I stuff my dirty clothes into the hamper and turn around to walk over to my bed.
Something stopped me right in my tracks.
Sitting on my bed was Kristen.
I apologize for this chapter being so short, I will try to make the next one a little longer. :)
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Whiskey Lullaby
Teen FictionIt's been three years since Tristen lost his best friend. Ever since then, he's been drinking heavily, too heavily for his own comfort. He keeps digging himself a deeper hole of depression and he cannot get out of it. Is there a possible way for him...