With Death Etched In My Heart

Chapter 5: Early Conversations

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I arose, late in the afternoon, feeling exhausted and miserable.

All the junk food and Monster was starting to take effect on me, and I wanted to puke.

I tried sitting up, only to have my head spinning, causing a queesy stomach.

So, instead of getting up, I simply laid in bed until five in the afternoon.

-----5:30------

Should I check it...? I kept staring at the phone, knowing what awaited for me. I knew I shouldn't but something wanted me to.

I resisted, at least for a couple more minutes.

Finally, I couldn't take it. I grabbed it off the Dresser and turned it on.

No surprise..... 423 new notifications. I deleted every single one without looking. It isn't my problem right now, I'm in absolutely no mood.

Checking the important notifications, I had a few unread texts.

One from some random dude named Bryan.

And Emmy.

I clicked on Emmys text, seeing as she had messaged last night, and today.

Emmy: Haha oh well.

Emmy: Hey

1:26 pm: Asher?

Asher... Are you mad at me?

I felt terrible for not answering her, but I guess I needed to get away from all the Facebook stuff......

I was honestly still shaken up over the nightmare I had last night... I mean, I was used to blood, death, and gore, but nothing like that.

Anyways,  I tapped my phone, responding back to her messages. I know its mean... but...

Me: Look, I'm sorry, but I can't talk. Things arnt going right lately. I don't think its a good idea we talk, I can't handle anyone emotionally right now. I'm sorry :(

It was the right thing to do even if it didn't feel like it, I told myself.

Sighing, I finally got up from bed. Opening my dresser, I threw on a pair of red jeans, black finger less gloves, my wallet chain, a black beanie with Zombies! Written on it, and a shirt with a ribcage and a bleeding heart in it.

I checked myself briefly, then pulled out my eyeliner.

I walked into the bathroom, and looked at myself. Pretty damn fine... Not really.

I shuttered at my appearance. I had the worst bed head ever. My bangs stuck up, and parts of my hair were disheveled, making it look like I hadn't brushed it in a month. What a sight to behold.