Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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Thread Topic: Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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"Can't you tell me now? Or tell me when I get to the hospital? I'm almost there. I took a taxi after leaving Ryan's." I was lying through my teeth, and I hated it... so much. I cut through the woods, trying to stay away from people. I needed isolation. I needed escape.
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"No, I need to see you in person. I know your going to do something terrible, I can tell by your voice, Sam. Your lying to me. Your lying to the only brother you have, That loves you more than nyone else. And it's...." I didn't want to say anything else. "If you don't love me, Then fine. Go ahead. Hang-up. But I still love you."
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I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears. It didn't work. "I... It's all because of me, Randy... I..." I sobbed, curling up against a tree trunk. "I love you and Mom and everyone... But wouldn't it be easier for you... All of you... And I..." I couldn't talk. I shook, and I knew I couldn't hang up.
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"No. Because If it THAT was better, George Bush, and Everyone on wallstreet would be Dead. But are they? Nope. Sam, You HAVE to come see me. And it's not because of you. If I wasn't around, Dad wouldn't be a psychotic Gary Busey." I wanted to sob, and beg her to come, but I had to be all...Brotherly.
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I tried to thin out the tears a little so I could speak. "I'll come..." was about all I could say.
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"Promise?"
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I nodded, then realized I had to say it. "Promise."
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"Now get over here, Kay?" I tried to smile. "Goodbye, Sam. AND I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T COME HERE STRAIGHT.... I'll... I'll.... I don't know, I'll do something!" I laughed, Trying to make thing ease. When She hung up, I sat back down.
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I took a deep breath and got up. I was on the girls track team last year. I hoped I could still run as fast as I did. I shoved my phone in my pocket and sprinted to the house. It took me about 30 seconds. Out of breath I took the key out from under the mat and opened the front door.
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I hopped off the last step of the celler/basement (Whatever). I figured I could clean down here. Do you know why I want to clean down here? Guess.
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I headed inside. "Randy?" I called. There was no answer. I started searching around the house, then finally realized the basement door was open.
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*Cellar
HACKCOUGHPAGE13COUGH XD
I didn't even notice Sam calling me. I had too much on my mind (I almost wrote 'Name' XD). I kinda ttip-toed/dragged my feet over to the extra side room. The door creaked open. Creepy. And, Dad of course had put them there, Saw a f---in' crate of wine. So, Erm.. Yeah. Guess what happens next? Guess.
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:P Memories.
I made my way down the wooden steps. He was in the cellar. "Randy." I could see his outline in the dark room where Dad kept his drinks. beer, wine, vodka, and such. -
So I took a bottle, and I opened it, and I took a sip, and I swear, It was like when A kid gets icecream on a hot day. And it felt like, Y'know... I didn't feel so crappy anymore.
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I just stood there, watching. As if the floor had given out beneath me. Completely smashed, broken. Empty inside. Nobody needed me here. Hell, they didn't want me. Couldn't make it more obvious. And Randy's drinking? Because I cause him so much pain, 100% truth. The truth bites. Hard. I'd been lying to myself all this time. I ran up the stairs, paying no mind to how loud my footsteps were. I sped into my bathroom, the one I shared with Randy, rummaging blindly through the medicine cabinet until I found the bottle of painkillers.
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