drunk texting 》s.w.

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-Sammy-

I fucked up, I fucked up bad. I can't fix what I've done. She's given me so many chances and now she's done.

You're so fucking stupid Sammy.

Once I got home I dug through my closet to find the box.

I threw my shoes and ties and everything all over the place until I finally found it.

"Fuck, the key! Where's the key?!"

I pulled my car keys out to realize the key was on the chain with my house keys.

I opened the box full of my shipment from my dealer.

I payed good money for things like heroine, coke, morphine, ecstasy, meth, and of course weed.

I took in a deep breath.

I need to forget. I need to feel a little trippy for a while.

-Ariella-

After Sammy left I decided to pack my things. I'm leaving LA. I can't be here anymore.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked walking in my room.
"Packing."
"Why?!"
"Because I need to get out of LA!"
She sighed, "listen I know you can't deal with Sammy anymore but it doesn't mean you have to leave the city, with all your friends. And I'm gonna miss you so much."

"I'm gonna miss you too, but I just I can't stay."

Emily watched me the whole time while I packed. Giving me sad eyes.

When I was finally done I pulled on my shoes and my sweater.

"Where are you going you don't have money?"
"Yes I do I was saving to go to New York."
"Hmm." She said and stomped out of the room.

I went through my stuff to make sure I had everything.

I forgot my toothbrush.

I rushed to the bathroom and got my toothbrush and put it in my bag.

"Ari!" Emily yelled.

I groaned.

"What?!"
"Don't leave just yet!" She called.
I walked into the living room to find her watching the news,"I told you Emily I have to-"

And that's when the screen caught my attention.

It said: Young man overdosed in his apartment this afternoon in Los Angeles.

And his name: Samuel Wilkinson.

My heart dropped, and so did my body.