Varigo
Ages: 15-16
Angst
Mordern AU
TW: Drugs Abuse, Teens using drugs, overdose, underage drinking, use of vapes, use of needles, and gayness
i borrowed (totally did not steal) this idea from: @h4nging10ats and a thing my school showed us today
Varian's POV
:C
I was leaning against a door frame with a cup of beer in my hands. Why? Oh, probably because my stupid boyfriend, Hugo, dragged me to this party he saw on Tik Tok from one of his 'popular friends'. He's probably with them right now.
I took a sip of my beer from the red plastic solo cup (STRIPE?? inside joke). I want to leave, but I can't leave Hugo's irresponsible ass by himself, even though he's not near me at the moment.
But Nuru is here, so she could keep me updated on what's going on with him. But how will he get home? An Uber, maybe. Or one of his 'friends' can drive him home. I should maybe just go find him and tell him that I'm leaving.
I got off of the door frame, took one last sip of my beer, threw the cup on the ground because I don't feel like finding a trash can, and went off to go look for him.
When I found him, he was outside by himself, smoking a vape. His blonde hair was messy and his eyes were very red, probably from smoking pot or whatever they have here. I guess he wasn't hanging out with them. I went to stand right next to him and he put his arm around me.
"How ya doin', Sweet Cheeks?" Hugo's words are sort of slurred. He was also drunk. Wow, amazing. My boyfriend is a drunk person who is also very high. Seriously hoping he hasn't put a needle in his arm yet. Or is planning to.
"Fine," I responded. "I was also thinking about heading home."
"Hm? How come? The party is just getting started, V."
"Hugo, I'm tired and I'm not having any fun, alright? All you're doing is hanging out with those douche bag friends of yours!"
I don't know why but Hugo seemed offended by this. Why should he? All I'm doing is speaking the fucking truth.
"OH I'm sorry that I would like to hang out with people other than you. You don't own me! I'm ain't your fucking dog on a leash!" Hugo yelled.
(OK PAUSING IT BUT I ACCIDENTLY MADE A CONAN GRAY REF. REPLACE DOG WITH LOVER WITH WHAT HUGO THE TRAITOR SAID AND THERE)
I scoffed. "Those words never came out of my mouth, Hugo! I never said that I owned you!"
"But you always act like you do, Varian!" Hugo started tearing up but wiped it off. "You know what? You should go. Go home and I'll stay here to continue to hang out with my friends."
Before I could say anything, he walked past me and went inside. Do I act like that? Do I act like he's my dog and I'm his owner? Or is he just so drunk that he's just saying shit? It doesn't matter because tomorrow we will be a happy, perfect couple again and everything will be fine.
;-;
I was sitting in my car, pretty much crying. This felt like our first actual fight. We've had silly, little fights before, but this seemed serious. I feel like the world's biggest idiot despite my good grades.
I finally wiped my tears and started the car to go up and leave until someone went up and knocked on my window. I rolled it down and it was one of Hugo's friends.
"Hey um so Hugo might've just, like, fallen on the floor and he's not getting up." The guy said.
I opened the car door and turned to him. "Where?"
"Just.. follow me." And I did.
When we got over there, I saw Hugo passed out on the floor. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! I rushed over to him and checked all around his body. I saw it. He used a needle and that's what probably caused the overdose.
I checked his face and it was blue. Fuck.
Luckily, I heard police sirens in the distance, so that means they could possibly save him right? Right?
A whole bunch of teens started running out of the house, meanwhile I'm the only one who stayed.
The police barged into the house and pushed me aside to give this oxygen thing to Hugo. They were trying to save him. I'm just fucking hoping it works.
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks again. I probably look like such a mess right now. I'm probably the reason he OD because of our fight. Maybe if I just hung out with him and his friends, this wouldn't have happened.
A police officer walked over to me and said, "Hey, I just need to ask you a few questions, alright?"
I nodded
;-;
He... He didn't survive and his death is all my fucking fault
:D
Word count : 810.