Vic's P.O.V.

I drank away because it was so much easier to numb the pain. 1 drink became 10. Daylight became night and I was still getting pity looks from strangers in the bar.

"One more shot," I flagged the bartender.

"Hey man, I think you had enough. Why don't you call someone to pick you up. Drinking away your problems won't distract yourself from the pain. You have to get better. You'll be okay." The bartender said with a sad smile while passing me a glass of water.

All my sadness went to pure rage. I was tired of people giving me sad looks. I hate that people are giving me their sorry. I especially hated the fact that they keep telling me that they understand because they don't.

" IT WON'T BE OKAY! MY SCARLETT LEFT ME JUST WHEN WE WERE STARTING OUR LIVES TOGETHER. SHE DESERVES TO LIVE ONE FUCKING HAPPY LIFE. WE WERE SUPPOSE TO SHARE A FUTURE TOGETHER BUT WE WON'T HAVE THAT ANYMORE. INSTEAD SHE IS IN THE FUCKING GROUND GETTING ROTTEN WHEN SHE IS SUPPOSE TO BE HERE WITH ME AND BEING HAPPY. SO IT WON'T BE FUCKING OKAY. NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THAT! "

The bar was dead silent when I finished. Some were giving my pity looks while others were giving me dirty looks. I didn't need this, there are other bars in San Diego. I left stumbling on my war towards the door. The bartender kept shouting to stop me but I don't care. I was done. Done with this word. I just wanted my Scarlett to come back to my arms but that wasn't going to happen.

I didn't knew where I was. It was dark, the only light I received was from the moon. it was cold so i hugged myself. It was hard walking, I couldn't make out the street in front of me since my vision was blurry. I kept stumbling, not knowing where I was going but I didn't care. I just needed to escape.

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There were more bright lights where I end up. I heard yelling telling me to move out of the way but I didn't knew what they were talking about. Cars were honking and people were shouting but I couldn't make out the words they were saying. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep. I was too tired.

"Vic get out of the fucking street, you're going to get hit," Mike screamed. I could tell by his voice that he was panicking and running. Why was he running? I tried getting up but I couldn't. I kept laughing at myself since I kept falling down on my ass. Bright lights were coming towards me. Each second it was getting brighter and it hurt my eyes.

"Turn off the lights." I mumbled.

"VIC GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Mike yelled.

Out of the way? From what? I finally got myself to stand up but it was too late.

Notes

Writing this chapter really hurt me :( especially when you listen to "Stay" by Mayday Parade. If you want to listen to it then you then click here

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