i don't know how long i've been on this rooftop but i can tell it's somewhere between 2 or 3 in the morning by how high the moon is in the sky.
my vodka bottle is nearly empty, only a few shots to the head would finish it off.
the alcohol has definitely gotten to me by now. my vision a blur, my hands shakey, my mind busy, and my body unbalanced as i stand up from sitting against the brick wall.
i drink off the rest of my the bottle as i stumble around. leaning against the brick wall and looking down. it could all be over in the matter of seconds. all the worries, the 3am disturb thoughts, and guilt could go away with one jump.
then my mind went straight to freya, i remember when i could feel suicidal without her interrupting my thoughts.
so, i did what i was somewhat use to now.
"f-f-f- shit." i slurred into the phone.
"cole, really?" freya sounds irritated but worry laced in her tone.
"i need you and i hate it." i say painfully.
"are you at the rooftop?" she ask and i can hear the smile on her face.
"yes."
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numb
Short Story"i was numb, and she brought me back to life.." a story of the broken cole and the sentimental freya published: July 27, 2016 completed: October 3, 2016 ranking: monday, october1 #7 in short story ☞ Mature Content and Audience ☜ [lowercase intend...
