The Mind Library

--- Memory ---
The thoughts kept swarming my mind. I should just do it. End this addiction once and for all. I have been an alcoholic and druggie for too long. I should just die.
I took one last line of coke before stumbling to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see the same greasy, tired, dunk self. I so sick of seeing this face. I opened one of the drawers to find my knife. When did I put this in here? I guess my drunk self was trying to pull a trick on my hangover self again. I pulled the knife to my torso. One deep cut or two should do it. I let out a deep breath and pressed down and started to cut but stop at the sound of a gasp.
I quickly turned to see Frank standing in the door frame. Shit I must of forgot to close the door. My torso is bleeding but not much now. It’s only a small cut nothing really serious.
He stood there staring at me. Not saying anything which scared me. All I saw was a tear sliding down his cheek. Once it reached his chin he walked over to me and pulling me in for a hug. I wince a little at the pain. When he let go he had my blood all over this shirt.
We both start crying fully now while trying to clean up some blood off of each other’s bodies. Luckily the other guys were out somewhere so it was only the two of us. That would have been bad if they came in and saw us crying with blood on all over. They would have thought we were trying to kill someone. Which is sort of what happen.
When we finished I sat on the bathroom floor trying to clear my mind. I’m still a bit high so at this point everything is spilling. He sat down next to me and cradled me. Rocking me slowly wait for me to both sober up and have the drugs warred down.
“Don’t ever do that again. You hear me. You’re my best friend and I’ll die if you ever die.” He whispered into my ear comforting. There was a pause. “I love you.” He said faintly but I still heard it.
“I love you too.” I said back. Next thing I knew he kissed me. I thought he meant it in a friend way. I always loved him but I didn’t know he felt the same back.
I kissed him back harder. Wishing it would never end but sadly it did. He looked into my eyes and I swear I saw love in them. I felt my face get warmer which made him giggle.
“Come on you need rest. It’s very late.” He said helping me up and guiding me to the bunk room. He tucked me in and gave me a kiss on my forehead like a child.
“Good night.” he said shutting the curtain.
--- End of memory---
When I got back to the room I put the book away. That was an odd day. I still have the scar from the night on my torso. It’s the reason I don’t take my shirt off in public. I turned around and my heart stopped.
On the floor in the corner was another person. What the hell. I talked over to it and started to recognize it. It was me. All I could see was my head due to the fact that its head was in its knees. I reached out to see if it was real. When I was about 7 cm away its head shot up and saw a horrifying sight.
Its eyes were gone only thing left was two bloody holes. It let out a loud screech showing off its sharp teeth. I covered my head when the light turned off then back on. Peeking up it was gone.
I searched the whole room for any signs of me or it or whatever that thing was. But nothing. Thank god. I don’t know what it’s doing here but I hope it wouldn’t come back.

Notes

thanks for reading
i swear it gets better.

- Gold