"I love you Kitty."
I stood at the opposite side of the complex. The sound vibrated through the molecules in the air, hitting my body with the force of a sledgehammer. I don't know what I was doing there. I guess to apologize, or try to amend things. At least be friends... I guess not. I mean, I would've gone over there anyways, but I simply couldn't feel my legs. Everything went numb. I don't remember what happened after that. I remember sitting out on my porch, 2 am. My mom was out of town, at a business convention. Dad was working. I tried to call my friend 4 times. But he was probably asleep. I just kept sipping on the whiskey I had snuck out of my dad's liquor cabinet.
My parents had confiscated my stash. I drank deep into the night, staring into the darkness. A scream ripped through the darkness. One heavy with regret and anguish. It took me a while to realize it was me. I threw the bottle at the darkness. "Fuck you!" I yelled at it. I ran into my house, went into my room. I tripped over the computer chair I had, and crawled into the closet. Tears streamed down my face.
I opened the black box in the corner.
I took out the object inside.
I put the .22 snub nose into my mouth and pulled the trigger.
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Far From Home
RandomHey, I'm Jake. Alcoholic. Heart broken. Asshole. Dork. Wigga. Apparently a faggot. Wanna hear what happened after the dark? You know what happened? The dawn? Nope. Cause in this story, the sun never rose. ~Spin Off of "Through the Dark" by @onesockb...