"Teme! We're having 피자 at Kiba's. Call meeeeee."
"Yo, uh, hey... Right. Uh, get out of the house."
"Saucy! Party this weekend! Call me for details."
"Why weren't 당신 at school yesterday? I missed you~"
"Hey, my mom wanted to invite 당신 for dinner. We have chicken."
"No emo-time for youuuu~ Ino is here to bring some cheer~!"
"Shino brought some wicked alcohol from some European country, 당신 have to taste it!"
"PARTY! PARTY!"
"Teme! I hope you're not dead!"
"Yo! It's been 5 months! Why aren't 당신 back at school?"
"Uchiha, everyone's getting worried."
"Teme! Graduation's tomorrow! Coooooommee!"
"...Hey, just wanted to know if you're still there."
"Teme, teme, temeeeeeeee..."
"Teme..."
"Sasuke-teme..."
"Sasuke..."
No new messages
The Uchiha took a long drag of his cancer stick before blowing out a dark grey 구름, 클라우드 of smoke. He lay on the couch, the TV on, 5 empty packs of cigarette strewn across the coffee 표, 테이블 and on the floor, and 2 liquor bottles, one empty, one half-full; 또는 half-empty in Sasuke's case.
His house 빙어, 빙 어 of a mixture of nicotine, weed and alcohol. It was like that for three years already. Not like anyone was around to nag him about it.
He took another drag and let it stay in his mouth for a few 더 많이 초 before exhaling it through his nose.
Not a single 분 of everyday has that memory left his mind. He wanted to blame someone, anyone! But he couldn't really blame anyone, so he blamed himself. Anything and everything, he blamed himself; the way his house became a dumpsite, how he wasn't able to finish college, how he had become. But most of all he blamed himself since he wasn't able to do anything as things went on their natural course.
Born. Live. Die.
He couldn't really do anything about that, so...
He stopped caring,
Stopped trying,
Stopped hoping,
Stopped dreaming
And shut himself from the world.
It started with a few parties, then escaladed to a million parties, most of them he was too drunk and hammered to even remember. He wanted to forget, forget that memory, ironically in his hammered and drunk self it was the only thing he remembered. Since the drunken parties were no use he decided to just stay away from everyone, anything and everything.
11:12AM
His stomach growled for the nth time that day. 또는 the past two days since his last meal. If 당신 consider instant 라면 a meal.
Sasuke inhaled a long breath as his cancer stick disappeared in seconds. Throwing the remains in the ashtray he exhaled and stood up towards the kitchen. He yanked the refrigerator and every cabinet and drawer open only to find something expired 또는 nothing. He growled and shut a cabinet roughly with a slam. That only meant one thing.
He had to go to the market, which was outside.
He stomped through the 부엌, 주방 and on to the living room where he downed the rest of the half-empty (half-full) bottle of liquor and snatched a cigarette, lit it and out he went. He didn't even bother changing 또는 locking his door.
He stopped caring anyway.
His walk towards the nearest store was less than comforting since people who saw him either whispered 또는 shut their mouths as he passed by. Unfortunately, everyone knew him. So he sped up his pace and entered the store.
He picked out 7 packs of instant ramen, two bottles of liquor and a stick of gum. He paid for it and left, all in 7 minutes.
As he reached his house, he threw the plastic of instant 라면 on a couch, slammed the two liquor bottles and hastily opened one. Once it was open he drank it as if it were water. He gave a contented sigh and sat back on the couch, then he realized something. He didn't turn off the TV. Meh, no one's nagging, is there now?
.
"Yo, uh, hey... Right. Uh, get out of the house."
"Saucy! Party this weekend! Call me for details."
"Why weren't 당신 at school yesterday? I missed you~"
"Hey, my mom wanted to invite 당신 for dinner. We have chicken."
"No emo-time for youuuu~ Ino is here to bring some cheer~!"
"Shino brought some wicked alcohol from some European country, 당신 have to taste it!"
"PARTY! PARTY!"
"Teme! I hope you're not dead!"
"Yo! It's been 5 months! Why aren't 당신 back at school?"
"Uchiha, everyone's getting worried."
"Teme! Graduation's tomorrow! Coooooommee!"
"...Hey, just wanted to know if you're still there."
"Teme, teme, temeeeeeeee..."
"Teme..."
"Sasuke-teme..."
"Sasuke..."
No new messages
The Uchiha took a long drag of his cancer stick before blowing out a dark grey 구름, 클라우드 of smoke. He lay on the couch, the TV on, 5 empty packs of cigarette strewn across the coffee 표, 테이블 and on the floor, and 2 liquor bottles, one empty, one half-full; 또는 half-empty in Sasuke's case.
His house 빙어, 빙 어 of a mixture of nicotine, weed and alcohol. It was like that for three years already. Not like anyone was around to nag him about it.
He took another drag and let it stay in his mouth for a few 더 많이 초 before exhaling it through his nose.
Not a single 분 of everyday has that memory left his mind. He wanted to blame someone, anyone! But he couldn't really blame anyone, so he blamed himself. Anything and everything, he blamed himself; the way his house became a dumpsite, how he wasn't able to finish college, how he had become. But most of all he blamed himself since he wasn't able to do anything as things went on their natural course.
Born. Live. Die.
He couldn't really do anything about that, so...
He stopped caring,
Stopped trying,
Stopped hoping,
Stopped dreaming
And shut himself from the world.
It started with a few parties, then escaladed to a million parties, most of them he was too drunk and hammered to even remember. He wanted to forget, forget that memory, ironically in his hammered and drunk self it was the only thing he remembered. Since the drunken parties were no use he decided to just stay away from everyone, anything and everything.
11:12AM
His stomach growled for the nth time that day. 또는 the past two days since his last meal. If 당신 consider instant 라면 a meal.
Sasuke inhaled a long breath as his cancer stick disappeared in seconds. Throwing the remains in the ashtray he exhaled and stood up towards the kitchen. He yanked the refrigerator and every cabinet and drawer open only to find something expired 또는 nothing. He growled and shut a cabinet roughly with a slam. That only meant one thing.
He had to go to the market, which was outside.
He stomped through the 부엌, 주방 and on to the living room where he downed the rest of the half-empty (half-full) bottle of liquor and snatched a cigarette, lit it and out he went. He didn't even bother changing 또는 locking his door.
He stopped caring anyway.
His walk towards the nearest store was less than comforting since people who saw him either whispered 또는 shut their mouths as he passed by. Unfortunately, everyone knew him. So he sped up his pace and entered the store.
He picked out 7 packs of instant ramen, two bottles of liquor and a stick of gum. He paid for it and left, all in 7 minutes.
As he reached his house, he threw the plastic of instant 라면 on a couch, slammed the two liquor bottles and hastily opened one. Once it was open he drank it as if it were water. He gave a contented sigh and sat back on the couch, then he realized something. He didn't turn off the TV. Meh, no one's nagging, is there now?
.
