minute by minute / evak

017. "They're fucking drugs!"

(a time jump. i'm sorry. i know it sucks but i feel like this book isn't going anywhere.)

October's cold wind was hitting me straight to my face as i walked towards, probably, my own death.
Maybe i was really stubborn, but it proved that i would do literally anything to save the love of my life.

In just little over a month, things had got crazy. And i'm totally not making things bigger than they really are.

The memories of that specific night ran inside my mind, as i saw the oddly familiar house in front of me.

(trigger warning. talking about mental illness and drugs.)

As i opened the door, i saw that Even's big house was full of drunk and horny teenagers. I could almost smell the alcohol and sweat that was floating on air.

"Babe, you're here!" I heard Even's drunk voice behind me.

Or at least i thought he was only drunk. I was wrong.

"Hi", i said as he put his arms around my neck and kissed me.

I saw blood under his nose. I knew excatly what was going on, so i took a step back and stared at him.

"Are you on drugs?" I asked,

He almost fell onto me and took a good and painful hold of my right arm.
He went silent, and i saw a flash of guilt in his eyes.

"Even", i started.

It was almost as if i was waiting for him to prove me wrong, to say that he had never touched any drugs in his whole life.

"Say that i'm wrong." I finished my sentence.

He was avoiding eye contact with me with his beautiful, crystal clear eyes.
He took a sip of a red plastic cup that i assume was filled with vodka or even other much stronger stuff than beer.

"I can't." He answered.

I was shocked. He had never been like this before. Where was the Even that i knew and who i fell in love with?

...

And it was that moment when i realized that he didn't exist anymore. That person i knew wasn't here anymore.

I knocked to the door, and took a step back. I was almost freezing as i waited for someone to come open the door. After a while it finally opened.

"What are you doing here?" A woman asked.

A woman, who had once been very understanding and kind. Now, anger and dissapointment were written all over her face.

"Sorry to interrupt your night, Mrs. Bech Næsheim." I started.

She had a judging look on her face, as she crossed her arms.

"Don't send him away."

...

"Even we have talked about this!" I yelled to him.

I saw tears rolling down from his eyes, and i felt guilty for yelling at him just for a second.

"I-i know."

"They're fucking drugs!" I yelled at him even louder.

"C-can we talk a-about this upstairs in my room?" He stuttered with a drunk tone.