As Bottles Call My Name

Chapter 1

Matt came running out of my house. "Hey!!" He called.

I pulled away as soon as I saw him.

I figured that I'd get out for a little while.

(Matt's POV)

I watched as Brian pulled out of his driveway and pulled away.

Me and the guys spent the night at his house to help him.

He's been acting really weird after, what happened.

I have to go find him, I thought. To help him with his problems. As I made my way to my car, Johnny came out the door and lit a cigarette. "Where you going dude?" He asked before taking a drag.

I opened my car door and said sarcastically, "Brian's gone again. I have to keep him from doing anything stupid."

I got in the car but before I could close the door, Johnny ran over to me. "Be careful, man." He said, and I nodded. He gave me a little hug.

"He's probably at the cemetary again, you should check it out." I nodded again. "Thanks man." I said quietly, then started the car, on my way to find Brian.

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Sure enough, Brian was leaning up against a gravestone. I slowly walked up and sat down next to him as he lit a cigarette.

He lifted a bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips.

"Hey, you shouldn't do that." I said.

"Why the fuck does it matter to you?!" He snapped, taking a swig of his JD.

"Because you're my friend and I'm trying to help you." I said. He chuckled "Well don't!" He slurred. He stood up and threw the bottle on the ground making it shatter. "Stop, Brian!" I yelled.

I shook my head and stood up. "God, Brian, I'm trying to help you!"

He threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it, and we heard a car door slam.

I turned around to see what it was, and I saw Zacky and Johnny running over to us. "Hey, what's going on?!" Zacky shouted.

"Hey, man just leave it alone. Let's just go home-"

"No!" Zack interrupted me. "Brian you seriously need to get over this! Your shit is affecting all of us! We're all messed up, dude, but you don't need to fuck up the situation any more than it already is." Zacky yelled.

Brian laughed, and lunged toward Zacky and punched him. Zack fell straight to the ground, and his nose was bleeding. "What the fuck, man?!" Johnny came into the fight.

"You know what?! Fuck you, Brian!" I shouted, and picked up Zacky and ran to my car. The others followed, but Brian stayed.

"You guys don't understand!" He called after us, slurring.

"I spent my whole fucking life with him! He was my best friend!"

We kept walking.

He sat down and leaned up against the gravestone again.

"Jimmy knows, Jimmy fucking understands!" He slurred after us.

I was tearing up.