Moments
Harry slid out of bed on this Monday morning, his eyes still red and puffy from the night before-hand. It was still ripe in his memory, the events of a couple of weeks ago, he remembered it all as if it happened the night before.
-“Harry, come on, we’re going to be late!” Lyndsie exclaimed a few feet ahead of him, her beautiful dress shimmering in the moonlight.
-“I’m coming love, don’t need to rush.” He said with a chuckle. They were going to go out on a boat for dinner.
-“We don’t want to make ourselves look bad!” She said, starting to get worried. She looked absolutely stunning that night, like she always looked.
Just re-thinking of those moments, Harry started crying again. He walked into his kitchen, took yet another bottle of vodka and intoxicated himself.
“Another day in this hell…” He mumbled, feeling the burning vodka run down his throat slowly.
He remembered the way his beautiful girlfriend had skipped down the dock, and flashing him a beautiful smile as she motioned for him to come.
-He walked down the dock quickly, approaching Lyndsie.
-“Let’s go.” I whispered.
-She nodded her head, excited for the dinner that awaited them.
-We walked behind the server, until we reached our table.
-“Lyndsie, go look at the view outside, just go…” He ushered her away from their table.
-He put the little black box with her ring on her plate, and waited for her to come back inside.
-Harry waited for nearly 15 minutes, and Lyndsie still hadn’t come back yet. He decided to go out to where she had went, but Lyndsie was nowhere to be found.
-“Sir, sir, please, don’t come out here. The floors are quite slippery, and we’ve already had a terrible accident tonight.”
-Harry’s heart raced. It couldn’t be, he thought. “My…my girlfriend, she came out here..and she never came back in…” Tears started to rim his eyes.
-The man looked at him with regret, “I’m deeply sorry sir, but that young lady fell overboard 10 minutes ago.”
Harry couldn’t believe it had happened. That was the night he was planning to propose to Lyndsie, the love of his life. He thought of all the ways it was entirely his own fault. Why did I make her go outside, he thought, I’m such a stupid jackass.
He downed three more shots of vodka, as he made his way back into his room to change into his clothes, for he had rehearsal today. There was a knock on his door.
“Harry, mate, are you alright?” It was Liam.
“Liam, fuck off, I’m really not in the mood.” Harry said, playing with the razor blade he had become so familiar with in the past days. He heard Liam open the door.
“Liam, I asked you to leave me the fuck alone.” Harry shouted into the older boy’s face.
“Locking yourself in your flat won’t do you any good, Harry.” Liam said, with a worried look on his face.
“Nothing will do my any fucking good anymore Liam. Don’t you understand? LYNDSIE’S GONE. SHE’S NEVER COMING BACK. AND IT’S MY FUCKING FAULT.” Harry yelled as he stormed into his living room, took his car keys and ran to his car. He had to get away from all this. It was driving him near insane, and he had to escape.
He found himself at the graveyard, and he made his way to Lyndsie’s tomb.
“I’m so, so sorry my love.” He whispered as tears dropped down slowly from his eyes and onto the stone.
“I can’t live without you, so I’ll live with you once again, in a better place..” He spoke again. He took the pills that he had brought with him, and dropped around 30 in his hand. He then took out the water bottle, and took 5 pills at a time.
“I’ve missed you so much…” Harry whispered as he took the last five. He layed down beside the tomb as the pills started taking their effect.
“…But soon we’ll be reunited.” Harry said, as he closed his eyes, and was enveloped into darkness, forever.
-“Harry, come on, we’re going to be late!” Lyndsie exclaimed a few feet ahead of him, her beautiful dress shimmering in the moonlight.
-“I’m coming love, don’t need to rush.” He said with a chuckle. They were going to go out on a boat for dinner.
-“We don’t want to make ourselves look bad!” She said, starting to get worried. She looked absolutely stunning that night, like she always looked.
Just re-thinking of those moments, Harry started crying again. He walked into his kitchen, took yet another bottle of vodka and intoxicated himself.
“Another day in this hell…” He mumbled, feeling the burning vodka run down his throat slowly.
He remembered the way his beautiful girlfriend had skipped down the dock, and flashing him a beautiful smile as she motioned for him to come.
-He walked down the dock quickly, approaching Lyndsie.
-“Let’s go.” I whispered.
-She nodded her head, excited for the dinner that awaited them.
-We walked behind the server, until we reached our table.
-“Lyndsie, go look at the view outside, just go…” He ushered her away from their table.
-He put the little black box with her ring on her plate, and waited for her to come back inside.
-Harry waited for nearly 15 minutes, and Lyndsie still hadn’t come back yet. He decided to go out to where she had went, but Lyndsie was nowhere to be found.
-“Sir, sir, please, don’t come out here. The floors are quite slippery, and we’ve already had a terrible accident tonight.”
-Harry’s heart raced. It couldn’t be, he thought. “My…my girlfriend, she came out here..and she never came back in…” Tears started to rim his eyes.
-The man looked at him with regret, “I’m deeply sorry sir, but that young lady fell overboard 10 minutes ago.”
Harry couldn’t believe it had happened. That was the night he was planning to propose to Lyndsie, the love of his life. He thought of all the ways it was entirely his own fault. Why did I make her go outside, he thought, I’m such a stupid jackass.
He downed three more shots of vodka, as he made his way back into his room to change into his clothes, for he had rehearsal today. There was a knock on his door.
“Harry, mate, are you alright?” It was Liam.
“Liam, fuck off, I’m really not in the mood.” Harry said, playing with the razor blade he had become so familiar with in the past days. He heard Liam open the door.
“Liam, I asked you to leave me the fuck alone.” Harry shouted into the older boy’s face.
“Locking yourself in your flat won’t do you any good, Harry.” Liam said, with a worried look on his face.
“Nothing will do my any fucking good anymore Liam. Don’t you understand? LYNDSIE’S GONE. SHE’S NEVER COMING BACK. AND IT’S MY FUCKING FAULT.” Harry yelled as he stormed into his living room, took his car keys and ran to his car. He had to get away from all this. It was driving him near insane, and he had to escape.
He found himself at the graveyard, and he made his way to Lyndsie’s tomb.
“I’m so, so sorry my love.” He whispered as tears dropped down slowly from his eyes and onto the stone.
“I can’t live without you, so I’ll live with you once again, in a better place..” He spoke again. He took the pills that he had brought with him, and dropped around 30 in his hand. He then took out the water bottle, and took 5 pills at a time.
“I’ve missed you so much…” Harry whispered as he took the last five. He layed down beside the tomb as the pills started taking their effect.
“…But soon we’ll be reunited.” Harry said, as he closed his eyes, and was enveloped into darkness, forever.
