Chapter 6: Chapter 6

I wake up and find myself in someone else’s bed.

God! I must have come to some dude’s home.

All I could remember is getting drunk, seeing Charlie and walking on the road.

Shit! My mom must be freaking out. I better get going.

I turn by my side and find my phone on the table next to the bed.

I take and check and there is a text from my mom saying ‘ok’?

What the hell is happening? She should’ve called 911 by now and people must be searching for me.

I reach the whole conversation and I have apparently sent my mom that I am studying?

Drunk Ken is better than Sober Ken.

I get up from the bed and make my way to the stairs. This house looks similar.

I look around. There is no sign of people here.

I walk down the stairs and walk towards the hall.

There are photos hanging on the walls.

There is one with Kez and Charlie.

Then, it hits me back.

Kezya’s suicide, nobody caring about that, ending up at Samara’s party, getting drunk, meeting Charlie and walking on the road. These are the remnants in my mind.

And I am in Charlie’s home.

I remember coming here a few times with Kez. His house has amazing vintage furniture’s.

I call out his name.

“I am here” I can hear the echoes coming from the kitchen

I enter the kitchen and see him doing the dishes.

He turns to me, his eyes. God, his eyes. They are so bad. His eyes have purple bags under them and his eyes are red. I feel sorry for him.

“Did you sleep last night?” I ask him concerned about his eyes.

“Nope”

Yeah. How can he sleep? With his girlfriend being dead. Even I can’t take it. I didn’t sleep for a week until yesterday.

“Yeah. I understand”

He finishes the dishes and wipes his hand in a towel and comes over to where I am standing but he sits down on the dining chair.

“Understand? Understand what? She is dead and no one cares. Like, nobody cares. And she never told me what she was going through and…”

He breaks down and starts crying. I feel him. I feel the same way too.

I go near him and hug him. I start crying too.

She was my best friend. She was there for me when I needed her.

When those guys bullied me she was the one who stood up for me when I can’t.

She was the one who told that being single was amazing and I deserved better.

Me and Charlie share only one thing and we lost it.

Kezya. We lost Kezya.