Pov: Hisoka ( also known as ??? )
I'm hearing snoring, but so faintly compared to my thoughts, more like my anxiety. I'm having many panic attacks in my house, I never have before, usually it's only outside. How would he react if I told him. If I told him that I gave him my jacket and now I want it back. It's clear in my thoughts, that night. That night that I will remember just a little longer, 'till I forget.
~A week ago~
I'm drunk, very drunk. I think. Ha nevermind I can't think. I think. I think about what I'm doing here, completely out of my comfort zone. I think about how much thinking I'm doing and it hurts my brain. I look around in hope I'll find somewhere to lay, and get my thoughts straight, as I do I see a boy... No a girl? In the corner sitting, oh there getting up. The guy* walk over to where the alcohol is and poors it in his cup. He looks to be the only sober person in this place, it's strange, he drinks the alcohol as if it were water, so boldly, but he does not tilt it up like people usually do. I'm not sure he knows what he's drinking or not. He's less sober. Not sober. Less sober than me. Now a complete drunken idiot. The kid looks 12, is he aloud to drink? Oh now the boy girl is walking to the next room, I follow from afar. He walks into a bedroom, the only room that surprising has no one in it. I halt at the door step and watch his actions closely. The boy collapses on the ground and I rush over.
"Hey are you goO- I mean o-o-o- Okay?!" I ask even though I know he won't awnser in a sober way, well it's not like I asked In a sober way.
"Mm... NoOo! I'm not goO! Everyone hates me! I hate... ME! NooOoooOoo...ooo....oOooo..." Way less sober then I thought. Maybe I should go.
"Chris, kriss he... I just... Kris don't. Go. He. He. Kris he left me. Now everyone hates me! YOH HATE MEEE!!!" The kid starts bawling his eye's out, I have no idea what to do in this situation.
"I'm... My names not K-Kris so. So that means... Uhh that I uhhh... Do. Not. HateYou. I think. I mean I know. Not you, I hate. I do not." Daaammit! This stupid stuttering problem! The boy looks at me and says
"Why'd you lie... Kris dosn't hate me. YOU do. KRIS DOSN'T HATE ME HE DOSE NOT- NOT HATE ME!!!" He has problems. So do I... I guess.
"Huh?! I didn't say Kris hates you?!!" Dammit now your making him more upset! STUPID!
"Kris... Your not Kris. Do you hate me? DO YOU HAAATE MEEE TOOO?!" I don't pitty this guy, but I don't hate him either.
"Nah. I've already used up all my H-Hate. No more left for you." Oh am I about to start sharing my life with same randome kid who's drunk at a public party? Yes. Yes I am. I'm to drunk to realise it. The rest of the night was spent talking to some kid, talking to a kid about my life problems and all the thing's I've done wrong, about everyone I hate. The memorys are faint. But I remember him telling me a lot of personal stuff too. I woke up before him and, well, he looked cold, very cold, and there were no blankets for some reason. I grabed my jacket and put it on him, I was half asleep half awake so no panic attacks happened. But I didn't realise how much I needed that jacket. How much I NEED it.
I wonder if he threw it away. Or ruined it. I wonder if he will give it back. Not like I can ask.