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AN: I have been told you should probably grab the kleenex, as this does deal with heavy subject matter.
I wrote this for therapeutic reasons, Ive been dealing with alot lately, so even though comments are love, please understand that you need to keep away from personal attacks(me, the subject matter), but feel free to attack the way I write if you must.<3
Ali got out of her car. Mechanically, her legs took her up the stairs. She threw all of her stuff onto her bed in one giant mound, and turned slowly towards the kitchen. She hated the tv. Even under normal circumstances she hated it. Now that it was filled with pictures, videos and lies of her best friend, one of only two men besides her daddy that she would ever fully trust, she hated it even more. She loathed it. Stupid box. She meant to open the fridge, but her hand moved to the freezer. She stared at the icecream for a minute. Forcing herself to manuever her limbs of her own free will once again, she closed the door. It made a quiet thud that echoed as if she'd just dropped a rock in a canyon.
She turned on the radio. Adam's voice blasted at full volume on every station. Alison went to read a book and a note from Adam she often used as a bookmark fell out from the pages.
"LAMBERT!" She screamed. The name was familiar on her lips, yet completely foreign. She must have used all her energy on it, because the words to follow were barely a whisper. "Adam? Adam. Adam, tell me what you want. What do you want from me? What is it Adam?" Her words died on her lips. She would never get an answer. Taking her cellphone out of her pocket and throwing it on the table, Alison stared at it. Ring motherfucker. Ring.
"Call back Adam." She squeaked, her voice cracking and tear moistened. "Adam I need you, dont you get it? I need you like a drug. Please God, please let him call back" She tipped her head to the ceiling. Tears trailed tracks down her round cheeks and into the corners of her mouth. Her phone vibrated across the table. She looked at it. The name on it read Kris. Her hand trembled slightly as she grasped it. She flipped it open, but no words would come.