<Taken from chapter 25>
Lachlan's POV
I pounds my fist onto the table.
I hate this. I hate all of this!
Nobody remembers my birthday...Nobody! Not even Kory, who knew me the most.
It hurts, Being ignored by the ones you love. Mom doesn't care...Kory's probably fucking around with Melinda.
Kory, Oh god..Kory. I couldn't even tell him that I loved him when he was sober, when I had all those chances, all those perfectly good moments wasted... Kory, Kory, Kory...
The constant chant of his name in my head drives me crazy.
He doesn't even want to talk to me...After he confessed to me at the party, he's been relatively distant. Sorry! Drunk Confessed. Because that's all it takes, a couple of drinks and you pour your guts out. Because that's how fucked society is.
My mom's probably holed up in her room with bottles of wine. Kory's is celebrating with Melinda and I'm here, celebrating probably one of my last birthdays alone, singing the 'happy birthday' song to myself, blowing out the candles while all my imaginary friends clap...
Wallowing in self pity isn't as fun as it seems in all those books and movies.
I just don't want to be the sick kid anymore...I just don't want it.
I want to be myself, not this burnt out version of myself that fucks up everything.
I want to be just Lachlan.... Just Lock, Nothing more..Nothing less.
Just hope all this misery ends soon..
~ .Fin.~
