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Cody's POV:
Talk about awkward, I dumped Noah 3 weeks ago for Gwen and now I'm bringing her to our old apartment to clean up his mess. I received a call from the police, they told me that he killed himself two days ago and the landlord was the one who found him with a note that I was supposed to read. I told him so many times that he needed rehab and that he was sick.
Gwen and I walk to the apartment door and see the caution tape still up. The police officer told me he would meet me there to give me the note and allow me to collect whatever I wanted from the apartment. It was my job to hire someone to clean up the blood, Thank you Noah. I guess I'll be spending the next 4 paychecks on you, I'm kind of sick of this. Even in death you still manage to make it about you.
Gwen and I meet the police officer and he hands me the note you left. I see blood spots on it, I don't really even want to touch it, so I ask Gwen to read it. I don't even know what to think of you. I'm only 17 years old and you leave me with this responsible for this? Nobody should have to plan their ex boyfriend's funeral. As Gwen read me the note, I realized that you were actually making me upset and you made me feel bad for you, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you always did have this way with words, Charming and made me feel like an idiot all at the same time.
"Ready to go in?" Gwen asks me as I take a deep breath and nod at her, the police officer unlocks the door for us as we walk in to blood on the floor and it smelled bad in here. It was making Gwen uncomfortable. I make a note that I'm going to need some bleach or something to clean this up, at this point I'm most likely just going to hire someone to clean this.
"Gwen, just sit on the couch this will only take a few minutes." I tell her. She looks disgusted by the way you left the couch, I don't even want it anymore. I'm pretty sure she just stood, can't say as I blame her.
I make my way up to our old bedroom, ya know? The place that caused so many arguments? The room we started out happy in when we first moved in, before you screwed up? Yeah, that room. So guess what I found when I went upstairs? I found your pretty little drug stash, the one you had in the loose floor board that you thought I didn't know about? Yeah, I knew about it but I was hoping that you may have loved me enough to get rid of it, but since I found it, the answer is obvious to me that you never gave a shit.
I walk over to the night stand and see that you left up the several pictures of you and me from the better days of our relationship. My favorite is the one of us at the ice cream shop, I'll make sure that I always have this picture, Regardless of what you may have thought and what I may say, I guess I'll miss you. I guess I loved you until you chose your drug instead of choosing me. I'll take it out of the frame you had it in and stick it in my pocket, I'll make sure to put it in my wallet and keep it there, Gwen can't know.
I walk into the bathroom and find that everything is exactly the way it was the day I left. I'm not sure if you just stopped showering or your OCD kicked in to arrange everything. I always liked the bathroom, it was the one place we never argued. Remember the days when we started living together and we would always shower together and brush our teeth together? I do that with Gwen now, I guess in my own little twisted way, I'm trying to make her more like you, because I liked what we had in beginning.
I look through the closet that we once shared and I grabbed a few of my shirts, I figured you wouldn't mind, I guess I could take a few of yours too. It would be a shame if I just had to throw them all out.
I go downstairs and into the kitchen and open the fridge. Apparently, the only food that you have here is the food I bought from the store, it's apparent, The milk is sour and disgusting, The fruit is rotting and the lunch meat that I bought has gone bad. Were you starving yourself? I hope that it was because you were upset about me and not because you wanted to save money to buy drugs. I dumped everything in the garbage, I have no desire to be in this place anymore, it's hot in here and it smells horrible, I'm going to get Gwen and hopefully get the hell out of here.
This is the last time I'm going to be here, I can't even bare to be in this place. I wish you would have listened to me and got help. I wish that we could have been different. I honestly thought about doing drugs with you a few times, is that what you wanted to hear? That I was so in love with you that I was willing to stick a needle in between my toes for you, all so we could hide our habit together? That's why I left, if I didn't I think I would have done it for you. I hate you for leaving me, I hate you even more for changing and I hate you for ever loving me in the first place.
I walk out the front to find Gwen, sitting on the concrete steps. I help her up and we leave...I leave, and I'm never looking back. It would hurt to much.
This wrote itself. I hope you guys enjoy the battle that Cody is fighting with himself. This is now complete and there will be no 3rd chapter. I wanted to do Gwen's POV but I figured this would be enough. Once again, one part of this story that happened was based on something that actually happened to someone I know, which may be why it basically wrote itself.
