I'm Sorry About Yesterday

Chapter Five

        I take the opportunity to attempt to fix my face as much as possible. I feel like death and I’m positive that I look like it too. It takes all of the strength that I can muster to untangle myself from the warm cocoon of blankets and walk to the bathroom. Six feet takes a lot of effort when you’re hung-over.

        When I look in the mirror, I realize that 'death’ was a complete understatement. My hair is knotted and going every which way, my makeup had been smudged around my eyes, and my breath smells putrid. All in all, I look like a rabid raccoon. I wash my face with cold water and hurriedly brush my hair. I don’t really want to use Christian’s tooth brush so I search through his cabinets for a mouthwash.

        I open the medicine cabinet and spot a giant blue bottle with a crest logo on the front. I have to move three prescription bottles to get to it: Zoloft, Venlafaxine, and Bupropion. My eyes widen.

        I quickly rinse my mouth with the mouth wash and put the bottles back carefully. He’s on three different kinds of anti-depressants. Is he okay? What am I supposed to do? Do I say something? No, I can’t say anything. He doesn’t have to know that you know. I walk back into the room and sit on the bed.

        Christian comes out of the kitchen with a tray holding two bowls of Lucky Charms, a plate of toast and jam, and a bright smile on his face. He carefully sets the tray between us.

        “Thank you, Christian, but…”

        “What’s wrong?”

        “Um,” I inhale, my face turning serious, “You forgot the spoons.” We both laugh a little.

        “Be right back.” He chuckles.

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        After breakfast, we lay on his bed listening to music. A lot of his stuff is on vinyl and cassette tapes. I thought I was the only one who did that. Christian plays some Teen Suicide for me. They weren’t what I had expected (from the name) at all. It had an eerie haunting feel to it. A foggy night type of thing; chilling and captivating.

        “So, what do you think?” he asks. I close my eyes and breathe in, letting the sounds fill my ears.

        “I didn’t even know that this genre of music existed. But I really like it.” His head turns to face me and he smiles. I smile back.

        “I’m dropping out of school.

I’ve found a new job

            Doing what I love

            And you can’t stop me now.

            Mom and Dad,

I'm sorry that you have

To find things out this way.

But I guess you could say

It's better now with me

Being the one to take

Your souls away.

I wanna be the grim reaper

Nothing you say could change my mind.”

We lie together on his bed for hours, eyes closed and breathing slow. Christian and I talk about dreams and nightmares and other silly things.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am in this moment.” I say. Both of our eyes flutter open and we look at each other. He takes my hands in his and leans forward to kiss me on the nose. Christian’s lips are soft and gentle like a butterfly.

“It’s late,” he whispers “ You should probably go home.” I sit up and look at the clock. 10:38 p.m.

“How did that happen?” I breathe. I realize then how hungry I am. "Do you wanna grab a bite to eat?" Christian shrugs. We both get up and head to the door.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long and that this one is really short and crap :/ I want to say thank you for 200 reads!! It really means a lot to me n_n make sure to comment/vote/follow and all that. Love you (I'm going to try to get another one up by Sunday but no promises) Also, the video is the song 'Cop Graveyard' by Teen Suicide and the lyrics in the chapter are from 'Grim Reaper'