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Lachlan opened his eyes, the doorbell to his apartment echoing in his ears as he groggily got up from his sleeping state.

His eyes wandered around the room in curiosity, well, until he realized what time it was. It was 7:30, p.m. "Damn, already?" He asked himself, rubbing the back of his now aching neck. The doorbell rang again, twice this time, making him groan. He yawned and got up to turn on the lights, nearly tripping on some cans of beer. He cursed quietly at all of the mess on the floor and the blurry vision he had gotten so far. He nearly forgot about the person outside of his door, until the doorbell rang once more, making him sigh in a more annoyed tone. "I'm coming!"

He walked up to the door and unlocked it, hoping that it was Ian. But, unfortunetaly, not all things go according to plan, and instead of there being a well groomed, and well dressed man standing outside of his door, there was a serious looking female with a serious look on her face, arms crossed, and lips pressed down together tightly, that they were almost completely white from all of the pressure she was putting onto them.

'Shit. . .'

"Carla! Fuck, I'm sorry if I look like shit, it's just that-"

"What are you talking about?" Carla asked as she tilted her head, making Lachlan curse under his breath.

"N-Nothing, sorry, I just- woke up, so I'm pretty drowsy. . . Yeah. . ." Lachlan muttered as he kicked back a can of beer near his feet as quietly as he could.

Carla lowered her eyes towards his feet, making him shuffle uncomfortably. "So, am I allowed in or. . . ?"

"Yeah uh, about that. . ." Lachlan muttered as he tapped his foot nervously, "There's a big mess in here, some friends came over and-"

"It's not like I won't help-" Carla stopped talking, making Lachlan tense in worry. She got close to him and sniffed at his mouth, ". . . Have you been. . . Drinking?"

"I uh-"

Carla pushed him out of the way, making Lachlan tumble backwards awkwardly, but he grasped onto the doorframe just in time. Carla looked around and stopped at the large mess the kitchen and living room was. She looked over at a very puzzled Lachlan, "Lachlan did you. . . Did you drink all of this?"

Lachlan blinked at her, his face emotionless, yet he let out a soft burp, massaging his aching arms which were surprisingly warm. Carla's eyes looked down at his arms, making her place a hand over her open mouth, "Lachlan. . ." She laughed nervously as she shook her head quickly, "C-Come on babe. . . You didn't just. . ."

Confused, Lachlan rubbed his eyes, well, until he felt a sticky liquid dripping down both his neck and cheeks. He looked down at his hands, which were a crimson red color, nearly making him barf as he smelled it's weird fragrance. Carla slammed him against the wall and pulled his red sweater's sleeve down, revealing red marks all along his arm, leaving him breathless at the endless parallels of crimson, horizontal lines, just as the alcoholic effects came into the picture again.

He got dizzy, and slumped against the wall, slowly sliding down, his arm dragging against the wall, probably leaving a blood red line, just as Carla caught him, yelling out his name, which got louder and fuzzier at the same time.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his vision blurred into an endless shade of black.

-Author's Note-

a.k.a everything turned black lol

So like I haven't updated in a while whoops D:

Sorry, I've been busy with tests and being pissed at my school and well yeah.

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