Around 8 o'clock I decided to call Vi's cell phone to ask how the
concert went, and also if Jay talked about me.
"Hey Vi, how was the concert? Did they play "breathing by wires"?" I
really just wanted to know about Jay.
"Oh, it was ok but the best part was after the concert!" Her giggling on the other end of the phone was starting to rise a panic in me, I knew how this went, I could already guess what she was going to say.
"Well Jay, Chris, some weird girl and I all smoke an ounce when we got back to their house. " That wasn't the reason, just say it you fucking whore.
"Vi, that's not the only thing, just tell me!" I'll strangle you, if you even laid a finger on him you little whore!
"Well, I got together with the brother, he was alright but I was so freaking high that I really couldn't give a shit." Relief was washing over me.
"You slept with Chris?" Halleluiah!
"Uh, what does he look like?" What a dumbass, this was my best friend?
"He has brown hair, kind of shaggy with blue eyes; he's about 5'11."
"No, I slept with the other one, with the black hair." WHAT!
"You slept with Jay!?" That little whore!
"Yea, that's his name, the one I went to the concert with. He was sweet on me alright. "I heard a "hey" in the background. Oh there's the little man whore now.
"You slept with Jay!" I was going to have an anxiety attack if I didn't start breathing properly. Inhale, count to three, then exhale.
"Yea, so, I don't see why you're getting so pissed."
"You don't see why? You know, fuck you Vi, you knew I liked him! But of course you're such a whore that you need to get laid by every guy around. Fuck you. FUCK YOU. And you know what; I know why your parents named you Vania. One of your parents must have had a premonition that they would end up raising a whore, so they decided to find a name that resembled vagina without being too obvious. We're threw." I slammed the phone down and stomped out the front door. I ran to the edge of the dock jutting out from the lake and fell on my knees. Life totally sucked and it was just getting worse. I don't remember how long I sat there for crying and feeling absolutely sorry for myself. I don't remember when life decided to be a bitch to me; I never remembered what I did to deserve this. I was covered in goose bumps but I couldn't feel the cold anymore I was just numb. I shivered a few times but I just stayed still afterwards looking at the mountains. It was only after it began to down pour on me that I realized I had to get away from my life, I couldn't deal with this anymore. I would leave and decide what I wanted for once. I stood shakily and started walking towards the dark looking cabin; there was no point in changing I would only get wet yet again. I threw all my clothes into my trunk, strapped it to my broomstick, wrote 4 notes and left one in my room, one in my parents, on the kitchen table, and one posted on the front door. I fastened my cloak tightly against me and took off into the dark black sky. I would need to go home and get my things but then, I was gone and on my own. On my own, that's all I've ever wanted.
"Oh, it was ok but the best part was after the concert!" Her giggling on the other end of the phone was starting to rise a panic in me, I knew how this went, I could already guess what she was going to say.
"Well Jay, Chris, some weird girl and I all smoke an ounce when we got back to their house. " That wasn't the reason, just say it you fucking whore.
"Vi, that's not the only thing, just tell me!" I'll strangle you, if you even laid a finger on him you little whore!
"Well, I got together with the brother, he was alright but I was so freaking high that I really couldn't give a shit." Relief was washing over me.
"You slept with Chris?" Halleluiah!
"Uh, what does he look like?" What a dumbass, this was my best friend?
"He has brown hair, kind of shaggy with blue eyes; he's about 5'11."
"No, I slept with the other one, with the black hair." WHAT!
"You slept with Jay!?" That little whore!
"Yea, that's his name, the one I went to the concert with. He was sweet on me alright. "I heard a "hey" in the background. Oh there's the little man whore now.
"You slept with Jay!" I was going to have an anxiety attack if I didn't start breathing properly. Inhale, count to three, then exhale.
"Yea, so, I don't see why you're getting so pissed."
"You don't see why? You know, fuck you Vi, you knew I liked him! But of course you're such a whore that you need to get laid by every guy around. Fuck you. FUCK YOU. And you know what; I know why your parents named you Vania. One of your parents must have had a premonition that they would end up raising a whore, so they decided to find a name that resembled vagina without being too obvious. We're threw." I slammed the phone down and stomped out the front door. I ran to the edge of the dock jutting out from the lake and fell on my knees. Life totally sucked and it was just getting worse. I don't remember how long I sat there for crying and feeling absolutely sorry for myself. I don't remember when life decided to be a bitch to me; I never remembered what I did to deserve this. I was covered in goose bumps but I couldn't feel the cold anymore I was just numb. I shivered a few times but I just stayed still afterwards looking at the mountains. It was only after it began to down pour on me that I realized I had to get away from my life, I couldn't deal with this anymore. I would leave and decide what I wanted for once. I stood shakily and started walking towards the dark looking cabin; there was no point in changing I would only get wet yet again. I threw all my clothes into my trunk, strapped it to my broomstick, wrote 4 notes and left one in my room, one in my parents, on the kitchen table, and one posted on the front door. I fastened my cloak tightly against me and took off into the dark black sky. I would need to go home and get my things but then, I was gone and on my own. On my own, that's all I've ever wanted.