Note to all the readers of Gone, the first chapter of the sequel has been posted. Look out for Extinction. If you want…
Gazzy sat
up slowly, wincing from the massive headache that pounded
continuously through his head. Yet he still reached for the bottle of
vodka on his right, just begging for more pain. Taking a large gulp,
he placed the bottle back down, returning his gaze back to the
ceiling. Every day of every year, drink, sleep, forget.
Yet he
didn't want to forget, that would be like losing her all over
again.
And it wasn't like she was dead. Or with someone else. She just didn't want to be with him.
FLASHBACK
She bit her lip and looked up, softly pronouncing my rejection,
"I'm sorry Gaz, but I don't think it would work with us." She stood up and grabbed her coat, running out the door."
END FLASHBACK
That was the night he'd began drinking. Passing out on the floor after the third bottle. By then he was addicted, night after night he'd drown out his pain with the poison he had chosen. He could still remember when Iggy had found out about the alcohol, screaming, pleading, blackmailing him into rehab. He never went, Iggy never knew; he didn't care. By then he moved on, no pathetic best friend to hold him back. Gazzy bit back the tears building at the back of his eyes, he thought about killing himself time after time. Nothing could compare to the feeling of loneliness that threatened to engulf him every time he let his mind drift back to her face. He never did, he was too much of a coward to end his life that way.
Gazzy closed his eyes, just waiting for the venom to swallow his mind completely. For darkness to take over. The silence was suddenly broken by the sharp ringing of his phone; he ignored it. None of his family called him anymore; it was just easier to let it fall to the answer phone.
"Hey, it's Gazzy. You know the drill." His voice sounded full of hope on the machine. He hadn't changed it in over 3 years; everyone who called knew he wasn't the same anymore. No-one left messages anyway. Yet he still listened as hard as he could, faintly hoping somebody cared.
A soft
whisper filled the still air,
"Gazzy." A sharp intake of
breath could be heard, then all he could hear was static. The phone
cut off and Gazzy's heart sank. It hadn't been her. Why would she
call anyway? A bitter taste filled his mouth and he dragged himself
over to the sink, puking violently until he was spent. Looking up he
caught his reflection in the mirror, his once golden hair was a
matted brown, sunken yellow eyes looked out at him. He wiped the
saliva from the corner of his mouth, slouching back into the living
room and gulping down the remaining vodka as fast as he could. His
throat burned, as he swayed slightly and he fell back to the floor,
placing his hands over his eyes he blocked out the light. He closed
his eyes and he fell into another nightmare.
An hour later the phone rang again, a female voice muttered quietly,
"Gazzy… it's Nudge, I need to talk to you. Gaz, if you can hear this, God I hope you can, please know this. I made a mistake, Iggy told me what happened, and I need you to stop, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Gaz? Gazzy talk to me…"
Her voice paused, a choked back sob echoed through the speakers,
"Gazzy, I love you."
The phone clicked, silence resumed. Gazzy didn't move, didn't breathe. He never heard her message.
FIN
Ok, guy I hope you liked this odd little one shot, I had to go on a school trip and I had nothing to do on the coach so I decided to write a pointless, and again, depressing fanfic, hope you liked it.
RippedIntoPieces