My secret lives

Chapter 12

My eyes are sooooo heavy.

Footsteps sound and I can hear them walk away.

I relax again and slowly I start to fall asleep.  

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I shoot up coughing.

Water flows out of my lips when it finally starts to leave my lungs.

I breathe heavily when I stop coughing after a few minutes.

I look around and see that I literally almost drowned in a bathtub.

Oh

That's cool

I slowly get out, stumbling on my feet a little.

I wrap a towel around my body before I sit down on the edge of the bathtub.

I crack my neck for a second before I start staring at a wall.

My head hurts.

I look inside the tub only to find the water red.

Well that's fun.

One of my wounds probably opened, most likely my back.

I open the drain of the tub before I start drying myself off.

I make sure all the blood is gone and stuff before I dress myself in my sweatpants and hoodie with a shirt under, I make sure to bring my gun too.

Basically my pyjama's

But I have to because my clothes smell like weed.

I refill the tub with a small layer before I start washing my clothes.

After a few minutes, I wash all the soap out before I let them hang over the edge of the tub so they can dry.

I clean everything up, make sure that my wounds aren't being shown and then I start limping downstairs.

Well when I'm actually going down the stairs, I use the same trick as before. By sitting on my ass and then going down, I don't hurt my ankle as much so this is better.

When I finally reach the bottom of the stairs I see my twin, Angelo and Vincenzo stand in front of me.

Kill me now please

Atlas walks up to me and swings his arm around my shoulder.

I still but let him be.

He's smiling and happy, I don't want to ruin that just because of my uncomfortableness.

Every place where my body is in contact with Atlas' body burns like it's being set on fire.

Not in a good way

But I guess at the same time he is my twin and for some reason I don't want him unhappy even though we haven't known each other for that long. Plus I'm high right now, I'm not really sure what's going on but after around a minute I start to relax to his touch.

We walk outside the front door, me with a lot of resistance.

A car with a driver already present in, is once more standing in front of us.

We step inside before buckling ourselves to our seats.

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

What if I like throw up on the driver. It's disgusting but maybe we'll miss the doctors appointment which means I can find some more excuses and ideas to why I can't be checked out further.

Atlas starts making dumb jokes like really dumb jokes and even though they annoy me so so so so so much, I laugh. Why? Because they're funny as hell when you're high.

Suddenly Atlas asks me a riddle, "Three houses are on fire, one is blue, one is green and one is yellow. In which house is the ambulance going to put the fire out first?" He asks me.

Blue

Green

Yellow

Maybe green because when you combine blue and yellow, you get green.

"Green?" I ask muttering unsure with my eyes closed.

The light is still bothering my head.

Atlas starts laughing, "the ambulance doesn't put fire out you idiot" he laughs.

I just groan annoyed by the noise and by the fact that I let myself get fooled like that.

I'm blaming it on being high

"Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?-" he starts.

I don't answer him so he continues, "He pasta-way" he laughs.

I grumbles some incoherent words under my breath as a small chuckle leaves Angelo's lips.

I open my eyes slightly before glaring at Atlas, hinting for him to stop which he of course doesn't do.

These kind of jokes and riddles continue the rest of the ride.

It's an hour ride.

AN HOUR!