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But all too soon May had to leave, so Koshi walked her to the station, making sure she would be all right. He gave her a hug, then smiled and waved. He was happy he had seen his friend again, and that feeling persisted, glowing in his heart all the way home.
It stopped when he hit the doorway. He was alone again.
Koshi locked the door for the first time in what felt like years. The first thing he did other than taking his shoes off was finding the wine bottle. He brought it to his trembling lips and drank again. Koshi wasn't proud of it, but it made him feel good. He didn't think about Health class, or anything like that. There were all kinds of other things were bouncing around in his mind- the worst of them was May's face when he told her about what he had done. Not even Shia's disappointment hurt as much. But he couldn't say that he expected a different reaction.
Koshi took another swig.
By the end of the night Koshi had already packed his bags- though none of them were neat. His clothes were jumbled... in utter disarray, madly thrown into his two small, navy blue suitcases. He was laying on his bed, staring blindly up at the ceiling. The bottle hung loosely from his hand. His ceiling fan was whirling- the nights were warm now, made warmer by his drinking. Lazily, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it somewhere near the foot of his bed, feeding the chaos in his room.
He laid back down, noticing how the roomed seemed to spin around him. Koshi looked at the bottle in his hand, and then started glaring. "I promised." But his drunk mind was whispering all kinds of other things to him- he felt mad, and it felt terribly bad.
In a rage, he sat up abruptly and threw the bottle over the piles of things on the floor. It exploded into tiny, green bits and spilled a few drops of watery red on the carpet, but that didn't make him feel any better. Koshi flopped back down and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, feeling tears spill over again.
"What am I doing?" Koshi ground his palms into his skull until he saw stars and shapes beneath his eyelids. "This is..." The room jerked harshly and his stomach gave a lurch. "Ugh..."
He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. When his feet hit the floor, a burst of pain made him cry out and swear.
He lifted his legs and looked at his feet; saw red, wine-red. A three large bits of glass were poking out of the bottom of his foot, much to Koshi's horror. "This is what I get." He tentatively touched the shards... then yanked one out. Gritting his teeth, he followed with the other two, and then passed out.
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The next morning was utter hell. He had never felt so terrible before, and Koshi realized that this was what he had only heard about before in Health class- a hangover.
He spent the morning hanging limply over the toilet, feeling as if his stomach was about to come out of his mouth. Security hadn't show up yet- which meant that this was probably normal, or even expected, and that made Koshi only feel worse. There would be no help this time, no medicine to make him feel better. He was alone with his own mistake, and he had no idea what to do.
The morning turned into the afternoon, and Koshi decided it was either get up and eat breakfast, or die of hunger and be found the next day with his head in the toilet, dead.
So he made the simplest breakfast he could think of- scrambled eggs, and spent the rest of the afternoon in front of the TV, crying, huddled under almost five fuzzy blankets.
When night fell, Koshi realized he hadn't done anything about his foot. He spent an hour bandaging it, an hour more laying in his bed feeling his face burning with shame for his actions the night before.
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The morning of the move, Koshi had showered and dressed up nicely. Everything was in order, and the whole house was scrubbed clean (save the red stains on his bedroom carpet, there was no getting those out). Koshi limped outside, squinting at the bright sun.
The car was already parked outside, ready for him. The Andera driver, clad in smooth, shiny armor got out and opened the trunk for him. The two loaded up his bags, and then he was let into the car.
When he got in, his expression changed into one resembling a child that had gotten coal for Christmas.
"Goooooood morning Koshiiiii!~" Shia exclaimed. The lady Andera sat as perfectly straight as usual, with her pale pink hands folded neatly in her lap. Koshi mumbled a good morning, and looked out the window.
He repiled in a similar mumble as Shia twittered excitedly the whole way to May's house. He only seemed to bright up somewhat when he her door. "Please save me May..." He whispered, and thankfully Shia didn't hear him.[/fieldbox]
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