The Life of Hannah Wilkin

Chapter 15 - later that day

"I've given up, I'm sick of feeling. Is there nothing you can say!" Sang the lyrics of Given Up by Linkin Park throughout my apartment because it kind of explained my situation right now. It had been a few hours since the argument with Dan and all I've done is cry. This is all my fault. I should have told Danny about the year me and Lewi dated four years ago when we were dating then! I should have told him sooner about this because then I probably wouldn't be in this mess-

"Sit down with an old friend,
like time had never stopped.
From the cradle to the coffin,
we drank until we dropped.
Yeah, we grew up on the same street, small town under the hill, yeah.
But dreams get lost and buried down deep inside the soil there, yeah.
All day, all night keep pressing rewind. All day all night I remember.
All day, all night keep pressing rewind. All day, all night I remember.
We were young, we were wild.
We were half way free.
We were kids on the run on a dead end street.
Lookin back in the rear view mirror, you know the view used to be much clearer.
But we'll laugh and we'll cry till there's no more tears,
But tonight can we jut hold on to those 18 years."

'Fuck!' I ran over to my iPod and turned to music off.
Fresh tears formed in my eyes and I couldn't control them. I slid down the wall and just let my emotions flow.

'You've ruined Danny and Lewi's friendship Hannah! You've ruined the band!' Said the voices in my head.
'Oh shut up!' I said in anger and grabbed a picture frame and threw it across the room so it hit the other wall and shattered into millions of pieces.
'What kind of sister are you? You should be ashamed of yourself!' The voices wouldn't shut up.
'I have ruined their friendship! I have ruined the band! And yes, I AM ASHAMED OF MYSELF!' I shouted back to them.
'ARE YOU HAPPY?! CAUSE I'M CERTAINLY NOT!'

I was a mess. I couldn't even be bothered to move and pick up the glass that had broke. I would just sit here, and cry.

*two hours later*

Ok, I really had to get up now. I had lost all feeling in my bum from sitting on the wood floor and I was recovering from pins and needles in my foot. Stretching my legs and arms, I reached for the cabinet to help me get up. My legs gave way and I collapsed on the floor again. I gave them a shake and forced them to work. I was walking towards my bedroom when I stepped on something sharp. The glass from earlier.
'Ow! Fuck! Ow, ow, OW!' I yelled as I walked over the shards of glass. I looked behind me and saw blood on the floor in the shape of footprints.
'Fuck it. I'll clean it up later.' I said to myself. I picked up a large piece of glass and headed towards my bedroom.

*LEWI'S POV*

Today's events:
•Telling the boys me and Han are dating.
•Being congratulated by Jake and Charley.
•Being punched in the face about five time by Dan.
•Being kicked out my girlfriends apartment by her brother who I thought was my friend but obviously not because HE'S A FUCKING PRICK!

What's wrong with me?! Dan isn't a fucking prick, he's a, oh I don't even know what he is because he isn't anything! I was the prick according to him and he was right. We should have told him earlier.
It had been about five hours since it all kicked off and I'm wandering the streets of Manchester, alone. I had been stopped a few times by people asking me if I was ok but I just ignored them and carried on walking. Charley had gone to calm Danny down. Jake had offered to keep me company but I refused. I wanted to be alone. So Jake went back to our apartment with Charley and Dan.

After turning a few corners and crossing a few roads I had made it to where I wanted to be the most. Hannah's apartment. I walked to her door and knocked a few times but there was no answer.
'Key!' I forgot I had a key. I opened the door to find a very messy apartment. There was furniture everywhere, glass scattered across the floor and-
'BLOOD!' I gasped. There was blood surrounding the glass shards. I walked over them to find a picture frame had been smashed. It had landed upside down. I turned it over to reveal a picture of a young Hannah and Danny getting a tattoo. The tattoo! It's the one on their back that's lyrics or something. I looked around to see her iPod was still on.
'18 years,' I whispered to myself. 'That's their song.' I took a few steps back a little shocked and upset.
'She wouldn't so this on purpose would she?' But I had my doubts.
I looked over her cabinet and saw photos of friends and family. I smiled and walked over to the kitchen grabbing a dustpan and brush to clean up the mess. I was now crying. Well, I hadn't actually stopped to be honest. The glass had been shattered every-

'Lewi?' I looked up.
'Hannah.'