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Hunter
The world has become a whirlwind and I can't keep my eyes focused on anything. There is leather beneath my head as the ground starts to shift and move under me; I don't know if I am in a car or if the world is simply ending. I lean my head to the side and vomit, trying to rid myself of all the bad decisions I've ever made, but they're still there when I'm done and I cry silently. If tears could wash sin away, I'd be a saint.
I stop spinning abruptly. Hands on my back support me at first, but it's obvious that I can't make my own feet move and a pair of arms lift me instead. The walk is slow going and bumpy, and I am sick three more times before I roll out of the cage of arms and onto my own bed. I am thankful for the darkness—the light is blinding, pure, and it reminds me of Lailin and my mother and everyone who deserves to hate me just as much as I hate myself. The bed bends around my shape, making it impossible to get out. I don't think I can move if I tried.
"Hunter." Lucas' voice is far away, like it's coming from the end of a tunnel. "Hunter, I know it's bad right now, but we're going to help you through this. I promise."
I want to tell him that he can't help me, that I have done this to myself, but I am too drunk and exhausted and that many words won't come anymore. I just nod, my head spinning. "Okay."
And that's it. I think he stays with me all night, but there's no way to be sure. It is hours of thinking about all the things I have royally screwed up before sleep comes like a wave and pulls me under, the tide cradling me with hands that are too soft and yet unbearably tight.
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