The human vocabulary is made up of a zillion words All of these make up our extraordinary vocabulary. we used them to describe the atmosphere, scene or even the clothes you're wearing. The human vocabulary got you covered on that. however, when it comes to secrets bad news confession, or even an traumatic event. it abandons and leaves you stranded for help. These were my thoughts while my eyes recorded the scene in front of me. Cheap Alcohol intoxicated the room as everyone felt victim to its toxic ways. The couches were stained with girls' slutty lipstick and vomit. They could barely stand on their own two feet;but,somehow managed to dance like they're bey-once's back up dancers. Even my best friend couldn't control himself as he slapped a random girls ass which she didn't reacted well too. He just chuckled as he jugged on his seventh bottle of beer. Just your typical house party at Tom's.
"Where are their minds?" I questioned myself as I watched a guy basically banging his penis in a soda cup.
"In the sky" my eyes replied as it saw the white powder sitting neatly on the table watching it's victims go one by one to carefully reach to the clouds.
but i didn't care, i didn't even come to have fun. I came for one thing and one person only Tristan.
Tristan Swan;my best friend since freshman year or was my best friend. he was the boy with the perfect personality, his energetic behavior always kept people drugged with fascination,his carefree attitude with his charming good looks made him the star of our school. Girls turned sluts for him, guys grew jealous of him because they could never perfected themselves to be him. He was just perfect. There were many suitors waiting to be his top guy but somehow he chose me and i wasn't even a suitor. I started off as the shy innocent boy but then he welcomed me to his world fulled of booze sex drugs and fucked up lifestyles and I was reborned. Now always at his side through thick and thin and he returned the favour. It's funny how we both came from different backgrounds.Backgrounds where the two rarely gets along with the other but we were the exception. For I never judge his and he never judged mine until i told him my secret. from then darkness and toxicity invaded our friendship .I went from being being his number one guy to his personal babysitter for tonight. More like his blackmailed babysitter but I have to do anything to make sure he doesn't go against his word. As his babysitter; it was my job to make he doesn't kill himself in alcohol, clean up his dirty work ,as well as to make sure he makes it home to the right home safely.
"But after what he did to me i should let him die"
I checked my phone which read 11:30 translating that it was time to find Tristan and get him home before his parents get up. My eyes began to search for Tristan; luckily I detected his leather jacket heading upstairs. I called out to him but my calls were returned to silence so i followed him upstairs. he disappeared into a door at the end of the hallway . Piercing screams that sounded like a girl's voice and heavy banging vibrating the hallway accompanied me as I walked towards the door.Anxiety filled my lungs as I realised that the door I was heading to was home to these horrid noises.
"Who is screaming like that?"
"Why did Tristan ran to that room"
"What is he doing in there"
These questions were answered when I opened the door revealing one dirty work I just couldn't
clean up this time
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100 Days Before I Die
Mystery / Thriller"My name is Adrian walker and i need to fucking die" After witnessing a traumatizing event and blackmailed from receiving closure. Ravenwood's Adrian Walker once a popular jock is now abandoned by the love of his life and friends. Shattered from...
