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EVIN P.O.V.
Friday Afternoon
It was almost time for my "date" with Bandit. She had called yesterday and told me that it wasn't a date but just an outing as friends. I hoped that would change. I got ready and got in my car. I drove to 236 E. Belleville Place and parked on the street. I took a few deep breathes and finally got out. I walked up the front walkway and rang the doorbell. Someone I didn't recognize answered the door.
"Hi I'm Evin. I'm here to pick up Bandit." I said
"Oh. Sorry. She's … sick" the lady said
"Oh thanks" I said. I was resisting the urge to scream and cuss that poor woman out. I walked back to my car in silence. I decided I was going to drive around town. I drove by the local diner. What didn't make sense was what I saw there. None other than little Miss Bandit Way out with her friends. Of fucking course. She stood me up.
"Fuck her." I mumbled to myself. I drove home and ran up the stairs, ignoring every member of my family. Once I got to my room, I slammed the door and laid on my bed. My vision was blurred due to tears. I used every ounce of strength I had left to drag myself to the desk. I found the top drawer and pulled it open. Inside I grabbed two things, a pocket knife and a half full bottle of vodka. I brought my vices to the bed and sat down. I pressed a small button and the blade of the knife swung out. I held the knife in my hand and made two shallow cuts on each wrist. When I was finished, I threw the knife across the room and grabbed the vodka. I popped the top off and chugged the entire thing. Before I knew it, the whole world was black.
When I awoke, my head hurt like hell and you couldn't have payed me enough to leave the bed. The curtains had been drawn back and every ounce of light stung my eyes like a bitch. I drug myself to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet to find a bottle of Advil. I opened it and took four, not bothering to take the correct dosage. I looked down the stairs to notice that everyone was gone. Thank god. I didn't want to deal with my family right now. I went downstairs and made a cup of coffee. The girl I loved had stood me up. Damn her to hell. I did everything I could the rest of the day to forget her but nothing worked. I knew what I had to do. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number.
"Hello?" the voice said on the other line
"Let's get wasted tonight"
Friday Afternoon
It was almost time for my "date" with Bandit. She had called yesterday and told me that it wasn't a date but just an outing as friends. I hoped that would change. I got ready and got in my car. I drove to 236 E. Belleville Place and parked on the street. I took a few deep breathes and finally got out. I walked up the front walkway and rang the doorbell. Someone I didn't recognize answered the door.
"Hi I'm Evin. I'm here to pick up Bandit." I said
"Oh. Sorry. She's … sick" the lady said
"Oh thanks" I said. I was resisting the urge to scream and cuss that poor woman out. I walked back to my car in silence. I decided I was going to drive around town. I drove by the local diner. What didn't make sense was what I saw there. None other than little Miss Bandit Way out with her friends. Of fucking course. She stood me up.
"Fuck her." I mumbled to myself. I drove home and ran up the stairs, ignoring every member of my family. Once I got to my room, I slammed the door and laid on my bed. My vision was blurred due to tears. I used every ounce of strength I had left to drag myself to the desk. I found the top drawer and pulled it open. Inside I grabbed two things, a pocket knife and a half full bottle of vodka. I brought my vices to the bed and sat down. I pressed a small button and the blade of the knife swung out. I held the knife in my hand and made two shallow cuts on each wrist. When I was finished, I threw the knife across the room and grabbed the vodka. I popped the top off and chugged the entire thing. Before I knew it, the whole world was black.
When I awoke, my head hurt like hell and you couldn't have payed me enough to leave the bed. The curtains had been drawn back and every ounce of light stung my eyes like a bitch. I drug myself to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet to find a bottle of Advil. I opened it and took four, not bothering to take the correct dosage. I looked down the stairs to notice that everyone was gone. Thank god. I didn't want to deal with my family right now. I went downstairs and made a cup of coffee. The girl I loved had stood me up. Damn her to hell. I did everything I could the rest of the day to forget her but nothing worked. I knew what I had to do. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number.
"Hello?" the voice said on the other line
"Let's get wasted tonight"
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