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seventeen | house arrest

ETHAN
MONDAY | TWO DRINKS

"Please leave your message after the tone."

"I almost died last night," Ethan laughs. "Death is a funny thing."

The situation is worse than he's making it out to be, but as a defense mechanism, he's playing it off as a joke in order to lessen the sting of its severity. Secretly, he knows he has to stop. He knows he's an alcoholic, but he refuses to label himself as that or speak the words into existence because it makes it too real.

"They told me I need to stop drinking at once and recommended I go to AA meetings. You know how sad those are? 'My name is Ethan' 'Hi Ethan' 'I'm here because my best friend hasn't spoken to me in two years for a reason she doesn't fully understand and I'm spiraling into a dark depression because of it'."

He opens the fridge to see it empty of all his beer, "This is going to be a shit night. Grayson has put me on house arrest and threw away all my beer. Luckily I hid some in my room. That's not going to last for too long, though. Anyway, I'm tired of all of this, of everything. I need to change."

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