The times we had, I know were bad, and now we've lost each other, chapter 1
"Pierce!! Pierce waut!!"
"No, Valerie!! Your a damn whore, you hear me!! A damn whore!!"
"Pierce!!", I said, grabbing his shoulders and turning him around, "What she said is NOT true!! How can you believe her??"
"She's my best friend. I've known her since the damn 6th grade. Who do you expect me to believe? Someone I've known practically half my life? Or some whore I met a couple moths ago!
"I wasn't sleeping with Jeff!"
"Sure you weren't! Just like you weren't stealing my money either!"
"I wasn't doing that!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Suddenly, a big truck was headed our way. And then--
"Oh!" I said, as I sat up in my bed.
It was all a dream . Then why did it seem so real? You really miss him.
My Name is Valerie, Valerie Blitz. Today is going to be the one month anniversary of the Death of Pierce Warker.
"Damn, I need something to drink."
I got up, and made my way to the kitchen. I looked at myself in the mirror in the hall as I passed it, and looked at myself in disgust. My hair looked like a hadn't combed it in years, my shirt, my most favourite shirt, had stains all over it. I looked down to see my pants. They were full of holes I never even noticed before. I kept going.
I opened the fridge, and gagged. I hadn't been to the groceries since Pierce died, and most of the food in my fridge was rotten. I took out the milk, which thankfully my friend brought laast week, and then went to the cabinets, and brought out some cerial.
Oh, jeez! Where in the hell did I go wrong? Me and Catrina...we were such good friends! Then...I don't even know. She just...started hating me!!
I had remembered all the messages that she had left on my house phone, which I rarely pick up anymore.
"Pick up you whore!" "You damn slut," "It's your fault he died!" and things like that. I only picked up the phone when my best friends called, Mary and Kellyanne. Which now is never, cause they only call my cell.
Speaking of which, it rang.
"Hello?"
"Val?"
"Oh, hey Kelly."
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us for a girls night out?"
"Listen Kelly, I don't think-"
"That's right!! You don't! Soooooooooooooooo...Mary and I are thinking for you! We'll be over there in about two hours. Laters!"
"But wait, I didn't say-"
*click*
Oh, great. Hmm, I guess it couldn't be that bad. I hadn't gone out since the accident either. I guess I could go out for a while.
I went back to my room, and looked around. Jeez, this place is a mess!
For some odd reason, I suddenly felt better. I got all my dirty clothes which, believe me, there's a lot, and took them to the garage, and washed them. While I waited for that, I got every little rotten thing in my fridge out, and threw it all away, took me three bags. FULL!!!. For some reason, I felt this surge of energy!
I guess that was a good thing. I finished doing most of the cleaning in about an hour, and I felt really good.
Just one more thing to do, groceries, and then change. Eh, actually, I'll do the groceries tommorow.
"No, Valerie!! Your a damn whore, you hear me!! A damn whore!!"
"Pierce!!", I said, grabbing his shoulders and turning him around, "What she said is NOT true!! How can you believe her??"
"She's my best friend. I've known her since the damn 6th grade. Who do you expect me to believe? Someone I've known practically half my life? Or some whore I met a couple moths ago!
"I wasn't sleeping with Jeff!"
"Sure you weren't! Just like you weren't stealing my money either!"
"I wasn't doing that!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Suddenly, a big truck was headed our way. And then--
"Oh!" I said, as I sat up in my bed.
It was all a dream . Then why did it seem so real? You really miss him.
My Name is Valerie, Valerie Blitz. Today is going to be the one month anniversary of the Death of Pierce Warker.
"Damn, I need something to drink."
I got up, and made my way to the kitchen. I looked at myself in the mirror in the hall as I passed it, and looked at myself in disgust. My hair looked like a hadn't combed it in years, my shirt, my most favourite shirt, had stains all over it. I looked down to see my pants. They were full of holes I never even noticed before. I kept going.
I opened the fridge, and gagged. I hadn't been to the groceries since Pierce died, and most of the food in my fridge was rotten. I took out the milk, which thankfully my friend brought laast week, and then went to the cabinets, and brought out some cerial.
Oh, jeez! Where in the hell did I go wrong? Me and Catrina...we were such good friends! Then...I don't even know. She just...started hating me!!
I had remembered all the messages that she had left on my house phone, which I rarely pick up anymore.
"Pick up you whore!" "You damn slut," "It's your fault he died!" and things like that. I only picked up the phone when my best friends called, Mary and Kellyanne. Which now is never, cause they only call my cell.
Speaking of which, it rang.
"Hello?"
"Val?"
"Oh, hey Kelly."
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us for a girls night out?"
"Listen Kelly, I don't think-"
"That's right!! You don't! Soooooooooooooooo...Mary and I are thinking for you! We'll be over there in about two hours. Laters!"
"But wait, I didn't say-"
*click*
Oh, great. Hmm, I guess it couldn't be that bad. I hadn't gone out since the accident either. I guess I could go out for a while.
I went back to my room, and looked around. Jeez, this place is a mess!
For some odd reason, I suddenly felt better. I got all my dirty clothes which, believe me, there's a lot, and took them to the garage, and washed them. While I waited for that, I got every little rotten thing in my fridge out, and threw it all away, took me three bags. FULL!!!. For some reason, I felt this surge of energy!
I guess that was a good thing. I finished doing most of the cleaning in about an hour, and I felt really good.
Just one more thing to do, groceries, and then change. Eh, actually, I'll do the groceries tommorow.
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