Hotel Ceiling:
Trevor's POV••
I sat down on the old bed and heard the springs of the mattress creak when I put weight on it. The hotel room was cheap and smelled like the room hasn't been cleaned for months. The wallpaper started to peel off, while there some tiles missing from the floor and the tv was an antique, but I wasn't searching for luxury.
I let the silence engulf me, enjoying it but still hearing the sirens in my ears and red flashes in my eye sight.
I closed my eyes and let the ache of my muscles smooth out and spread all around. I reached up to my temple and felt that the blood was no longer dripping down the side of my face.
I trailed my hand down to my cheekbone and I winced when my fingertips slightly brushed by the bruise. I dropped my hand to rest at my side and I sighed, feeling a sharp pain where my heart should be.
Staring at the old hotel ceiling that has been stained with cigarette smoke, I took another swig of whiskey, feeling the bitter liquid run down my throat. I sat up and let the empty bottle fall from my hand and roll down to the rest of the other empty alcohol bottles.
"Sometimes," I said to myself, "you take things for granted." and I paused, feeling the tears swell up in my eyes and the ugly lump in my chest.
"And when they are taken from you," I managed to whisper before my voice cracking at the end, the tears now freely flowing, "you see how much they meant to you."
And I let the beer bottle in my hand drop onto the floor, crashing into million of pieces, just like me.
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(P.S) okay so um it has been Jack Gilinsky's birthday, Jc's birthday, Connor's birthday, Connor's birthday today AND Niall's birthday tomorrow...I think you can imagine how I've been feeling all week with these guys getting older.
