Author's Note: I made this a loooong time ago but decided to post it, just cause angst.

I woke up with a start. My head was throbbing, and I couldn't see straight. Last night I had gotten drunk off my ass. Just me, typical drunk Craig Tucker.

I swung my legs over my bed, throwing my blankets over the side. A ray of sun had somehow sneaked itself into the dark, depressing corner of my hotel room. I checked the alarm clock the hotel supplied me with on my bedside table. 6:30 am.

My parents almost never let me go outside to see the sunrise, or let me look out my window...the douchebags. And I knew it was a bad idea to look at the rising sun while having a hangover, but the brightness of the sun just always somehow reminded me of him. With a small tug, I pulled the curtains from my hotel room to the side, revealing a bright (but still a little dim), sun over the Pacific horizon.

I squinted my eyes a little to see the outline of the sun, flashing between black and yellow every time I looked away from or right at it. I then heard my cell phone vibrating on the bedside table from across the room, ultimately distracting me from my peaceful-staring-at-the-sunrise moment. Who could it be?

The screen was black, then white- when it was white, a name in small letters was scribbled aross it. I hurried over to my cell phone, to see this person's name. It was...him.

I hurriedly picked up the phone, "H-hey...dude..."

There was a sigh and an irritated hesitation on the other side of the line, "Jesus Christ, Craig! I told you to call me once you got over there! I was fucking worried that you fucking died...or something!"

"Shh...not so loud..." I edge the phone away from my ear. "W-well...I'm speaking to you right now, so I'm not dead...or anything..." I hear him turn his head a little to laugh off his irritation.

There is a little crackling noise as he adjusts the phone to his ear, "So, Craig. Did you get the job? Or at least, whatever you came to California for?"

I halted. I literally lost my breath. The one question I didn't dare want him to ask.

"...Craig?" I think he already knows...god damnit... "Craig...? Are you hungover...?"

I shut my mouth. Stupid raspy breaths. Stupid loud noises that make my head throb... Stupid sun..! Stupid everything!

"Craig...? Have you lost your mind?! You promised me you would never drink again... You know how you-" I dropped my cell phone on the floor and smashed it to pieces of useless electronic bits. Fuck him. He can go fuck himself.

I looked around for the bottles of rum and alcohol that I stashed last night in my drawers before I had passed out on my bed. I hungrily eyed the two liquids before popping their caps off and engulfing down its' bittersweet taste. I made a long moaning sound as the throbbing in the back of my head increased for the first few seconds. But after a few more sips, I won't feel the pain anymore...

I took two more gulps of both of the rum and alcohol, one in each hand, when I started feeling a little dizzy. The whole world spun before my very eyes and as I grasped onto my bed for support, I got entangled in the blanket and slipped, falling forward and banging my head on the headboard, passing out altogether.

I'm outside. I'm talking to a girl who looks familiar, but at the same time she doesn't. She doesn't like what I'm saying to her, so she hurriedly pulls out her cell phone to dial someone's number. All of a sudden she hits me with her purse and she starts running away from me.

At that moment I felt like I was back in my old hometown.

Everyone was scared of me.

Everyone always hid when I came into the classroom.

Everyone always talked behind my back.

Even my parents, who disowned me because of my lack of interest, and also my bad behavior.

The only one who gave a fuck about me, was...him.

But I didn't have him anymore. He chose to stay behind in that damned old town of mine. He said he would "think" about leaving with me, but he turned out to be a betrayer...

And that was why I ran away.

And as I turned around, hand in the pocket of my broken cell phone, I felt the pain of a thousand needles go through my chest. So this is what "I broke your heart" means.

...Well...it fucking hurts.