On My Own. ([ SLOW UPDATES])

On My Own. Chap. 5.

** Felix’s POV

I banged my head on the wall.

She’s so fuckin retarded!

“YOU CAN’T SING!!” I yelled at Sam through the walls of her house.

“THE 7 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!

YOUR VAIN!

YOUR GAMES!

YOU’RE INSECURE!

YOU LOVE ME!

YOU LIKE HER!

YOU MAKE ME LAUGH!

YOU MAKE ME CRY!

I DON’T KNOW WHICH SIDE TO BUYYY!!!

YOUR FRIENDS- THEY’RE JERKS!

WHEN YA ACT LIKE THEM- JUST KNOW IT HURTTTSS!

I WANNA BE WITH THE ONE I KNOWWWWW!!!

AND THE 7TH THING!

I HATE THE MOST THAT YOU DOOOOO!!!

YOU MAKE ME LOVE YOUU!!!!

“SHUT UP SAM!!!!!!!” I yelled to the psychotic girl.

“Naw! I’m good!!” She called back giggling.

“SAM!!” I yelled threateningly,

“Felix!!” She yelled back.

I sighed and stormed into her room.

Which happens to be right next door.

Sam noticed I was in her room right after she stripped off her shirt.

She was standing in nothing but basketball shorts and her bra.

Now the song that was playing was the saddest love song that I know.

Whisky Lullaby by Brad Paisley hummed its way onto her speakers softly.

She sang along to it, oblivious that I was here.

I just watched as she straitened her hair with out a care in the world.

“He put that bottle to his head.

And pulled the trigger.

And finally drank away her memory.

Life is short- but this time it was bigger.

Than the strength he had to get up off his knees.

We found him with his face down in the pillow.

With a note that said I love her ‘till I die.

And when we buried him, beneath the willow.

The angels sang the whiskey lullaby.” 

I then got a good look at her face and noticed the silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her.

She seemed surprised but didn’t un-stiff herself.

“Calm down.” I whispered in her ear.

She shook her head no.

“Come on Sam. Chill.” I said.

“No.” She choked.

I looked in her little mirror she had been looking at to curl her hair.