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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So sad Dx
I heard footsteps, and dropped the bottle as it smashed into tiny little pieces. You screwed up. I bolted upstairs looking for Sam. I finally found her, In the.... Bathroom? Weird.
"Woah, Woah, Woah. Slow it down Adler! Is your headache really THAT bad?" I pointed to the.... Well... The alot of painkillers in her hand. I smiled. "What's up? What'chya doin' In here?" -
I looked up and dropped the pills. They scattered all over the place. In the sink, on the floor, in the toilet. "N-n-nothing." I avoided his gaze. My face heated up. A lot. I knew he saw it.
D': i know right? -
My smile turned to a frown. She was doing this, WAIT FOR IT!
Because of me.
"'N-n-nothing' Is not doing anything. You were doing soemthing, Sam." -
"No I wasn't," I said quickly.
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I twisted my face up. "Tell me. Or I swear, I will kill myself first. Because You know I can, And You forget all the needles I have upstairs. What. Were. You. Doing?" I kinda scared myself doing that.
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Tears ran down my face. He knew I couldn't say it. I couldn't think it without crying.
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"Exactly." I said, Sick of this twisted Game. "So, No. You don't get to 'end it.' Okay? You can tell me what's wrong y'know. I think it's better than never living up to all your dreams and such. I'm not a miracle worker, but I'm your brother, and I help you out." I hugged Sam.
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I hugged him back, sobbing more now. "I'm so lost... and I don't know what to do..."
THIS IS MAKING ME CRY MY EYES OUT D''': -
xD And D:
"Well, Obviously nether of us do. How do you think I feel? I dunno what to do anymore at all. I just wanna.... I .... I don't know what I want to do. And is it really that big of a deal if I have like... One bottle of wine? Like C'mon Sam....." I said, Listening to all my thoughs mix and squishg and fight together in my head. It was like Mix and Match meets WW2. -
"It wasn't just that. It was everything piling up... Losing Mom, Dad changing, trying to live with myself, false hope, and... And you know Seth? My friend who I've known since I was 5? He's dead, Randy... He's dead. And I can't help but feel like I should be too..."
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"Hrmm.. I wonder when He died.... " I shook my head. "You'll die when you die. You odn't help yourself make it happen faster!" Hm. That's kind've what Sam thinks I'm doing, Isn't it?
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"He died last night. Hit by a drunk driver." I stopped talking then, wondering if he was getting my message.
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"Oh really... huh... He was really too young to die... That's really too bad. I liked him too." I said, Not seeing the point she was trying to make. I dunno. I guess I was like... In denial.
"Well Sam, It can't Get any worse now, Can it? It can only get better." -
"It's hard to be optimistic. It's so much easier to just be a pessimist."
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"But whoever said life was easy?" I said.
I totally just ssounded like my Mom.
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