Prompt: I just really need you here right now.
Chloe trudged up the stairs, ignoring the greeting Joyce called to her from the kitchen. She got to her room and slammed the door behind her, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. She stared at nothing for a few seconds, her eyes unfocused, before her jaw clenched and she kicked at the door with her heel several times.
"Fuck this," Chloe grumbled as she pushed away from the door and flopped onto her bed. She yanked her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her most recent texts one more time even though she knew it would only make her angrier.
"Fuck all those stupid hipster assholes, fuck Blackwell, fuck the Vortex Club," she said, raising her hand to follow her urge to hurl the phone at the wall. It took a rather alarming amount of self-control for her to open her hand and let the phone fall onto her pillow instead.
"And fuck Rachel," Chloe said vehemently. "Fuck Rachel," she said again, though much more softly this time as guilt rose up in her gut. She sat up and crossed her legs, propping her elbows on her knees and letting her face fall into her hands. "Shit."
Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes and she swiped at them angrily with the back of her hand. "Are you gonna fucking cry about this now, like a fucking baby? Your friend leaves you for one fucking night to be at a party you don't want to go to and you fucking lose it like a fucking child."
She brought her fist down on her pillow hard enough to make her phone jump into the air and land face down on the floor with a noise she was sure meant the screen had just cracked. A sound halfway between a yell and a sob wrenched from her throat and she kicked at the wall with one foot before collapsing backwards.
Chloe lay on her back for several minutes, her chest heaving as she struggled to hold back her tears. Eventually she rolled onto her stomach and wormed her way to the end of the mattress. Reaching underneath the bed, she pulled out a square metal box and flipped open the lid. She stared at the picture sitting on top of the pile of stuff in the box for several long seconds before gently picking it up.
It was a photo of her and Max from several years ago, dressed in their pirate gear and ready for a day of treasure hunting. Chloe bit down hard on her lower lip as another sob worked its way up her throat. "I just really need to have you here right now, Max," she managed to choke out.
Suddenly, her hands balled into fists around the edges of the picture. "Why aren't you here, Max?" she screamed, ripping the picture in half and flinging the pieces across the room. "Fuck you, Max. Why aren't you here?"
Chloe pushed herself to the middle of her bed and curled into a ball, wrapping her arms around herself as tightly as possible. "Why aren't you here?" she whispered, closing her eyes as she finally allowed her tears to fall freely down her cheeks. "Why'd you leave me, Max?"