He enters his apartment, mentally exhausted from his day at work. He's been trying to get more time in to make ends meet. Lately, he hasn't been able to afford the place he's currently residing at. The man works as a factory worker where he just can't seem to make enough. The machines are loud and the people unprofessional, but it beats living on the streets because he can't pay his rent. Working also takes his mind off of coming home to a secluded and depressing shack where he can hear the couple on the floor above shouting obscenities or the gun shots in the alley below. The man sits. Throwing his head back and letting his messy shoulder length coffee colored hair sprawl out on the couch. He closes his eyes and thinks back to last year. Last year he wanted to come home every day. He wanted to start simple, nice conversations with the people he worked with. Last year he would have never even thought about living in a place like this. Last year he had her.
They got into this raging scream match on March 22nd 2012 and she left March 23rd. He thinks back to her, memories flooding his mind constantly. He tries to call her, like, really call her and tell her how he feels. How he regrets every single bad thing he's ever said to her and how much he wishes she would come home and sleep in their bed with him again because the scent of her lavender shampoo is started to fade away from her pillow and he wants that back. It's the only way he can sleep at night. Of course, as soon as he tries to dial her number, the one he knows by heart, he chickens out. "Coward," he mumbles to himself as he brings the bottle of Jack Daniels to his chapped lips. He's been starting to drink a lot and he thinks he might like it because it seems that the more he drinks, the more he forgets. He stumbles to the bedroom, his eyes clouded and his memory fogged, and takes a seat on that oh so familiar bed. Where they would sometimes spend the whole day under the sheets, just laying there where he was content to just hold he in his arms and watch that breathtaking smile break out on her face when he would whisper something cheesy in her ear. She told him he was so cliché, but he knew she secretly loved it. He soon breaks out of his reverie and stares at the night stand on his side of the bed. He sees the silver locket she left behind. The one he gave her on their six month anniversary when he told her he loved her. Again, it may have seemed cliché but he was just old fashioned like that. Treating her like a lady and courting her everywhere they went. He picks it up the necklace and looks at it, again being reminding of all those sinful memories, and tears flood his eyes. He takes one last sip of that strong whiskey and lays down, feeling woozy. He tries to sleep even though he knows he's fighting a losing battle. Tomorrow he'll wake up and start another depressing, alcohol ridden day without her. Trying to forget but, yet never really wanting to.
HEY GUYS! My name's Anna and I have been reading A LOT of Beck and Tori fan fictions because they're my OTP. I have recently (well, like the start of this year) started writing and I really enjoy it. Don't worry, I'm not some little kid. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing. Anyways, I wrote this story (just chapter one) for my English final exam with Beck and Tori in mind and thought, why the heck not make it into a multi chapter story. That's only if you guys want my to. I mean, I have one other chapter ready, but if you guys don't like it, SAY SOMETHING! Give me feedback please! It would be greatly appreciated. So let me know whatcha think :) Again this is my first FanFiction story so please, be gentle :) ok I'm done rambling. Bye!