Kyle: DrowningMature

Turns out I followed my feet out of town and into the middle of a drug deal. By the end of it, I was completely broke but had enough gear to keep me high for most of the week. I spent the first couple days I was away slouched in an alleyway, totally unaware of what was going on around me. By the third day, I got restless and decided to go for a walk while I was high as a kite. Which is how I ended up sleeping in a shop doorway in a town I didn’t recognise. It’s also how I ended up getting the shit beaten out of me by some college guys when I they overheard me offering to suck a guy’s dick for money. Luckily a passerby had been thoughtful enough to inform me where the hospital was and fuck off. Thanks, buddy. It’s not like I’m lying here drowning in my own blood or anything.

Once the hospital were happy I could sit up and talk without dying, they left me on my own. I switched my phone on and was greeted by a flock of missed calls and texts from Damien and an unknown number I could only assume was Phil. I tried it anyway, just in case.

"Phil?" I asked when the owner of the phone number answered.

"Where have you been you prick?" he asked angrily.

"Out of town"

"When're you getting back?"

"I'm not sure"

"Damien's spent the last few nights asking if you've left him. Again"

"I haven't"

"Come back and tell him that yourself"

"I can't"

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because I'm not sure where I am"

There was an unimpressed silence from Phil’s end.

"And because I'm broke"

"Well I'd come and get you if you could tell me where you were at least”

"I think I'm in a different State..."

"Find out where you are Kyle. Not gonna be long before Damien puts himself in hospital again at this rate"

"Look after him, Phil"

"No, you come back and look after him. You're the one he's asking for every five fucking minutes"

"I'll come back when they let me out"

"And when will that be?"

"Whenever they're happy I can move without dying? How should I know?"

"What happened?"

"It's not important"

"Tell me"

I sighed. "I got beaten up" And almost drowned in my own blood because I was too high to move.

"Fuck's sake" Phil said, seemingly distracted by something. "Sorry, he's drunk and trying to make pancakes" he said and turned his attention to Damien, "put it down"

I felt a sting in my chest and started coughing, wheezing slightly.

"Oh my god it's like looking after an infant. Try not to die for a sec" Phil said and put the phone down.

I started coughing again, feeling the sting in my chest get a little stronger.

"Kyle?" Damien asked but I was too busy coughing to reply.

"Kyle, please be okay" he said, sounding all emo.

"I'm fine" I managed to say between coughs.

"You don't sound it" Phil said, putting the phone on loudspeaker.

"It's probably just a cold I picked up in here"

"Will he be okay?" Damien asked Phil. Why couldn’t he ask me?

"I dunno. Will you?"


"Did you leave me again? Is that why you've been away so long?" Damien asked quietly.

"No, gorgeous"

"Why'd you go then?"

"Because I was upset"


"It's stupid, it doesn't matter"

"Damn right it was fucking stupid" Phil grumbled but I ignored it.

"I love you" Damien said.

"I love you too"

"Please come back soon?"

"I'll try"

"I miss you"

"I miss you too"

"I'm horny. Get your ass back soon, mister" he said, sounding kind of fed up and I chuckled.

"Yes, boss"

He hummed and I coughed a little, spitting out the tiny amount of blood I coughed up. Apparently all my coughing had attracted the attention of a nurse but I ignored her, faintly hearing the sound of a doorbell coming from my phone.

"I think Rayn's here"


"Depends on how you look at it" he said, laughing slightly.

I hummed. "Tell him I said hi"

"I will"

"I have to go now, gorgeous"

"Oh" he said sadly. Blame the nurse giving me deathglares from the end of my bed, gorgeous.

"I'll call you again as soon as I can"


"Love you"

"Love you too"

“Time for your x-ray now, Mr Thomas” the nurse smiled.

Fuck off and let me go home.

The End

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