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By the end of the night two teenagers were dead.
Mason Dale was killed. His throat slit by a beers broken glass. He was found in his friends basement. Some say his death was an accident, othe...
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*Alex POV*
*warning mild language*
Maybe I shouldn't have drank all those beers.
How many did I have?
Was it important?
I cant remember anything right now. Well I can- but I can't remember. The pain is gone from my memories. Now it's just pictures in my head. Empty picture, empty words.
I decide to visit Lizzie. Lizzie. Shes so beautiful, shes mine.
Can I drive? I decide I can't, but so what. It's only a few blocks. I stumble to my car and drive. Maybe I can drive away? That can be a good idea! I'm gonna convince Lizzie to go with me away.
The streets are dark. I almost don't see the guy walking his cat- I mean dog. Correction. I don't see him.
I slam on my breaks. Shit.
I don't have my seat belt on, so my head slams against the steering wheel. I hear a crack, and my vision goes dark for a bit. When light returns I touch my forehead and feel blood rushing down my head, and sliding down the slope of my nose. I keep on driving.
I get to Lizzie's. Her parents cars aren't home. Good.
I let myself inside.
"Alex is that you?" Lizzie's voice sings from the living room. Her voice is so so beautiful.
"mhmm." I say stumbling over.
I can see her beautiful face illuminated by the tv. She's so gorgeous. Her hair looks so soft. I want to touch it.
"Hey-" She stops mid sentence. "Alex what the fuck."
She dashes over to me but I fall down on my knees before she reaches me.
"Hey talk to me." Lizzie says placing her hand on my forehead, her finger instantly turn dark red. "What happened?"
"uhh- I don't- cat no dog- couldn't see." I slur trying to remember. Wait wasn't I trying to forget everything? What did I come here for her?
"Oh my god, Alex are you drunk?" She asks lifting up my chin and staring into my eyes. "You're so wasted."
"No- hey wherrr- you goin?" I see Lizzie walk into the bathroom. She walks out with a little red bag. What are those things called? I put out my hand. "Don't need-"
She shoves my hand away. "Don't move" she whispers. She places a cloth on my forehead. I yelp.
"Stop moving Alex." Lizzie begs steadying me with her hand. "Let me help you."
There's something about the way she says my name. So soft and careful, that my heart shatters and all the pain that had been erased from my memories suddenly slam into my chest making it hard to breath.
And my tears start. It's like a faucets been turned on. I can't stop.
I cry and sob, hoping to wash out all the pain Im feeling. I crumble deeper into the ground my arms wrapped around my head. I cry for everything. For everything. For finding Mason dead, for loosing my best friend, for betraying Austin, for potentially hosting a party that killed two people.
I just cry.
I told myself I wouldn't do this.
I feel Lizzie's arms around me. She pulls me in resting her head on the crook of my neck, and I lean into her chest. I can already see my blood staining her shirt.
"I lost my best friend." I sob. "I lost both of them!"
"I know." She whispers. "I know."
"I can't deal with this. It. Hurts. To. Much."
"It gets better." She promises me.
"Does the pain ever go away?"
"No." She whispers into my ear. "But one day you'll wake up- and the pain is a part of you. And you realize you can live with it. And you do."
"I can't." I say.
"Yes, Alex. You can." She sighs. "You have no other choice."
•sorry for this long chapter! I hope you liked it. Comment what you think!•
