"Forget. I just want to forget everything," thought Martin. He was sitting on his couch drinking. There were already a few empty bottles around him, and plenty more waiting to be finished. It felt like his heart was torn in two. "I wanna forget that my aunt died a week ago." He took a huge gulp of beer. "I want to forget that my dad conveniently forgot to tell me until a day before the funeral." Half the bottle was gone. "Forget that he's a complete jerk. Just wanna forget" He had finished the bottle, tossed on the floor with the others, and grabbed another. Just then, the phone rang. Martin stared at it, willing the caller to just hang up. No such luck. The ringing was giving him a headache. He groaned, and picked up the phone jus before the answering machine picked up.
"Yeah?" he mumbled, rubbing his head.
"Martin? Hey, where were you yesterday?" said Sam. "I tried calling you about 10 times but I just got your answering machine, and your cell phone was off." Martin glanced at the machine. The number 11 was flashing on the screen.
"I uh….had some stuff to do. I was away all day."
"Where? You never said you were going anywhere," she said.
"Since when did I have to tell you where I'm gonna be all the time?" Martin winced. That came out sounding harsher than he had intended. He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm a little stressed out right now." Sam paused.
"Have you been drinking?" she asked suspiciously. Just then, Martin heard knocking from her end of the phone. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I've got to go. Jack said he was coming by later. He wanted to talk about something. I'll talk to you later."
"Yeah, okay. Bye." Martin hung up, feeling like his heart had just splintered into a million pieces.. He sighed and grabbed the opened bottle.