I just let her walk away from me. I let her go like I did years ago. It hurt me to just see her go, but I know she didn't want me to run after her. She moved on from me and I know I don't have the rite to be hurt by it. I'm the reason why this happened to her. I'm the reason why she went through all that and all this. It's all my fault even though it hurts me too
I went back to my car and locked all the doors. I screamed while banging my fists on the steering wheel. I screamed curses and other things. I screamed how stupid I am and how much I loved her, but lost her. I screamed until I started crying. I cried because I lost her because of something I thought that meant more than her, but I was wrong. She meant more to me than anything else in the world and I thought the hurt will pass through time but it didn't. And seeing her didn't help a thing. It didn't
I started my engine and drove away. I didn't know where I would go or if I needed to go somewhere today 'cause the only thing on my mind right now, was that I needed to get away. I needed to stop feeling this. I needed to forget about her 'cause she's the main reason for this feeling: pain and anger. I was angry with myself an I didn't want to. I wasn't that person who can accept easily that it's your fault
I needed to get wasted
I drove 12 miles to a near by bar. I hopped out of my car and made my way inside. It didn't have a line or anything since it wasn't night time anyway.
Once I was inside, loud music, sweaty people and alcohol was the first thing that I saw, heard and smelled. The music was banging on my eardrums but it was alright. Atleast it blocked some of my thoughts about ' her '
I walked up to the bar and sat down on one of the stool. I just sat there with an angry and pain-filled emotion on my face
" Hello sir, what would you like? " the bar tender asked while shaking up a bottle of something I don't know
" You're toughest alcohol. I wanna get wasted " I said withought facing him but I did notice him shrug and walk away. After a few minutes he came back with a glass of black liquid filled to the top. It smelled really bad but I know it will help. It looked like it will
I took it in my hands and brought it to my lips. As soon as my tongue tasted the liquid, it seemed like it wanted me to vomit it out but I fighted it. I drank it all at once avoiding the taste and how my body reacted to it
Once I placed it back, I felt myself getting dizzy and getting a bit drunk
I looked around the bar, scanning the girls' body from head to toe while they grinded thereselves onto other bodies. I smirked and ordered another glass then drank it all at once again. At this point, my body didn't react with something negative, or I just didn't feel it
From the back of my mind I knew this day wasn't gonna end pretty. But I didn't care. The alcohol filled my brain that I didn't think of the conciquence, or almost anything at all.
Hey guys! Harry's been a bit bad but the next chapter will be ' cute ' or something. I don't know really since I haven't written it yet so you guys just go judge it. ILYGSM!