I didn't mean to kill her.
It just kind of- happened? Let me explain...
It was a late December night, a week or so before Christmas. Chloe was staying at my house, since her parents were out for the next 2 nights, and she hated being home alone. We were just cooling down, and the clock had just struck 12pm. We lay on my Double bed staring at the ceiling, giggling at nothing. We hadn't had alcohol, we had J20, that weird fruit drink everyone obsesses over, that comes in an aesthetic glass bottle.
I put my glass on the bedside table and sat up. "So. What do you want to do now?" I spoke, asking Chloe. She said nothing. I went over to her. She was out cold. So early. Weakling. I pulled out my phone, to scroll through Instagram, I wasn't tired. I'm an insomniac and I hadn't slept for 2 days. Before I knew it, It was 3am and My phone was dying. I rushed to get my charger and I couldn't lay in bed, because my cable was too short. I actually started to feel tired, so I tucked Chloe in, Grabbed a spare duvet, and pillow, and lie on the ground, quietly watching Youtube.
Suddenly, I woke up, still on the ground, being shaken awake by Chloe, whom was convinced I was dead, as I never sleep. "I'm awake." I sat up, rubbing my eyes that were still half closed. "Are you ok?" I asked Chloe, smiling. She looked and smiled "Yes I'm ok. Are you?"
I nod and grin, as Chloe leans over and passes me coffee. "You absolute Legend."
