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"You know what? I'm sick of you! You are your lame ass friends! You never want anything to do with me!!! You're a bitch and I'm tired of it!!! I want you gone I'm sick of you!!"
"FINE!!!! I'M TIRED OF YOU TOO!!!" I slammed the phone down and threw it across the room. It crashed against the opposite wall and shattered into a million pieces. I let a sound of pure pain escape from my lips as I started to cry. I leaned my head against the cold glass window of my fifth floor apartment. The night sky was clear, yet dark. I pulled my plush, cheetah print blanket up to my chin, suddenly cold. And alone. I need a friend here. And a drink or two.
"Fucking boyfriend tired of his fucking fights tired of his fucking attitude and him making me think that it's all my fucking fault. Tired of his fucking breakups when he wants to get back fucking together right fucking away."
I kicked off the blanket and stomped into my kitchen. I slammed open my cabinet door and grabbed a bottle of red wine and then a wine glass. I poured some of the wine into my cup and drank it all in one sip. It went down my throat like fire, but settled nicely in my stomach.
"That's not strong enough," I muttered to myself then walked over to my liquor cabinet. I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured it in the cup. I drank the whole cup in sip and it felt like I was swallowing coals and settled like fire in my stomach, slowly turning into ice. "Much better,” I whispered to no one.
I began drinking the Jack Daniels by the cup full then I started drinking it out of the bottle. The feeling stayed the same. It felt so good. It never got any better. It just stayed the same. When the bottle was gone I felt like my life was over.
"FUCK IT ALL!!!!!!" I shouted and then grabbed the wine bottle once again.
Not knowing what I was doing, I put down the wine glass and walked out of my apartment. My vision started to blur as I walked down the hallway trying to find the payphone to call one of my best friends. I stumbled down the hallway, using the wall and other's doors as a hand rail because I could barely walk.
I propped myself on the phone booth and dialed Harry's number and pressed the phone to my ear. After a few rings he answered.
"Hello?" I heard his deep voice say through the phone.
"Heyyyyy Hazzaaa beaaarrrrrr," I slurred through the phone. I began to giggle like mad. I twirled the chord to the phone around my finger and put a foot in the air. "I'm a pretty princess!!!"
"Krissy? Are you drunk?" He asked, shocked.
"I don't know Haz....things are blurry and the pretty flutterflies are following me! GO AWAY FLUTTERFLIES!!!! I WANT TO TALK TO HAZZA ALONE!!!" I screamed at the flutterflies flying around everywhere.
"Krissy, you stay there I'm coming to get you okay?"
"I'll go wait outside Hazza!" I hung up the phone and started laughing at his protests that he tried to get to me before I hung up. Instead of going outside, like I said, I walked back into my apartment, suddenly pissed off. I through the bottle on the ground and watched as the glass shattered across the floor. The wine that spilled all over my tile looked like the color of blood. That's when I broke. No matter how drunk I was then and there, I broke.
I fell to my knees in the glass and the wine. I buried my head in my hands, letting my blonde hair fall into the wine, turning it purplish red. No matter how much the glass pushing its way into my arms, cutting through my skin.
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Making The Same Mistakes(A Harry Styles love story)
FanfictionI forgive him. I forgive me. When do I start to feel again? We fight we broke up. We kiss we make up. He took me to the edge then hit the breaks. So people say it's so wrong, but even when we fight he turns me on. We make up and we break up all the...
