Destiny's Kiss

I drove as fast as I could to myself. I was going back to my house to get ready, then I was going to meet Nickolas.

The song Savior- Black Veil Brides started playing through my car speakers. Why was it Andy’s voice was soothing me? He was the one I was running away from, but why was it now his voice was all I wanted to hear?

“So hear my voice; reminds you not to bleed. I am here…a savior will be there, when you’re feeling alone, a savior for all that you do…”

It felt like he was speaking to me; directly to me. I pulled over onto a dirt road, and put the car in park. Tears started falling once again. My eyes were so blurry and red, I couldn’t see anything. I have to go back; I have to make things right. I have to find out what’s going on. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, though. I didn’t want him to like me; I always fuck things up.

No more tears fell; I was empty inside now. I whipped into my driveway, barely missing the ditch that was on the side of the driveway.

Right as I was stepping out of my car, my phone started ringing. Of course, it was Ashley.

“Hey.” I spoke monotone.
“Did you leave the house?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Reasons.”
“Why didn’t you at least say goodbye.” He sounded so heartbroken. “Did I do something to make you leave?”

I came to my slightly came to my senses and decided to stop being a bitch to him.

“No hun. I just didn’t want to impose on your plans, that’s all.”
“You wouldn’t be imposing Crystal. We would love to have you accompany us. Or just accompany Andy. You to need some ‘alone time’.”
“I’m sorry to say this Ash, but I made plans already. My friend in Kansas City invited me over.”
“You mean the drug dealer?”
“Uh…”
“That’s a yes. I don’t think it’s the best idea to go see him, Crystal. What if he tries to kill you? Or make you a prostitute? You could be getting into a whole world of trouble.”
“I know, but right now, I really don’t care enough not to. I live such a pathetic fucking life—you and Andy are the best things in it. But Andy hates, so there’s one more thing gone. I gotta go.”
“Crystal, please wait. At least give me the address to his apartment so I know where you are, just in case something happens.”

I gave him the address, then the conversation was over and I hung up the phone. Fumbling around for my house key, I finally made my way inside and to my room. It was only noon, so I had some time to kill before I had to leave. I put my pajamas on and sulked to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine….or two.

Two empty red wine bottles later, and I was pretty tipsy. It was now 2:00 p.m. My drunken mind decided it would be a good idea to invite Nickolas, the drug dealer, over to my house, instead of me going there. I texted him the change of plans, along with my address, and he accepted the offer. Then I decided to call Ashley.

“Heyyyy Assshhhlleeyyy.”
“Uh, hey. You feeling better?”
“Oh yes, tons better.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Noooooooo….not at all.” I slurred out.
“You’re drunk…Nice. Where are you?”
“I’m at my house. Nickolas, the drug dealer is going to be here soon.”
“You invited him to your house!?! Holy shit Crystal! I’m coming over to make sure you’re okay.”
“Okkaayyy. See ya soon.” I managed to hang the phone up before stumbling out to the kitchen.

I grabbed a bottle of vodka and chugged away. I couldn’t take the pain of living with myself anymore. I had to do something to get away from it all—the alcohol wasn’t enough. I shakily changed into a long dress--I had worn it only once, to a friend’s wedding. I pulled on my Chuck Taylor Converse, grabbed my car keys and stumbled out to my car.

Bottle of vodka in hand, I downed a handful of Tylenol and started the car up. I barely made it out of the driveway, but I did. I could barely keep the car straight as I sped down the road. My vision was slightly blurry, but I didn’t care--I had a destination.

Notes

Short chapter; sowwy. There will be another one in a few minutes! :D where the heck is Crystal going? What's she going to do when she gets there?? DUN DUN DUUUNNNN. *scary, dramatic orgen music plays*