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You began your summer face up in the river. Your mother had always told you to not lie like that, because it resembled the likeness of a dead fish, but you defied her nonetheless and continued to lie with the sun warming your face and the water cooling your back when she wasn’t around you. You laid there for what seemed like hours, floating aimlessly until your face burned and your back ached to twitch and throw your relaxation off course, but you were adamant in your quest to float until something interesting happened, whether it be beneficial to you or not. The sun was getting closer to the west by the time you heard voices, faint b

For the third day in a row, Brian spits out a mouthful of blood into the pearly white sink, his head pounding louder than two trains crashing into each other as he glances at himself in the mirror. He sighs at the sight of his eyes looking like they’ve been punched due to lack of sleep, and the little trail of blood dribbling from his mouth to his chin and dripping slowly into the basin, his hair is greasy and his nose looks bent out of shape, and it all makes him want to cry. He hears the floorboards outside the bathroom creak and he shudders, wiping the blood from his chin with a piece of toilet paper and dropping it into the little b

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Zacky groans as he turns over for the umpteenth time that night. He's hot and sticky, kicking his covers away, but refusing to take his makeshift pajamas off. His phone buzzes beside him and he furrows his brow, picking it up and checking the time before the text. 2:43 am, Brian You awake?? Zacky texts back quickly, his keyboard clacking much too loud against the quiet of the night. It sends and is seen immediately. Zacky raises an eyebrow as his phone buzzes in his hand. 2:46pm, Brian I'm outside. Come for a drive. Zacky locks his phone, slipping it into the waistband of his boxers and sneaks out quietly. Taking his key from its rack