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**Trigger Warning** This chapter hints at self-harm. BROOKS I heard my phone ring and when I looked down I saw it was the house. So I ignored it. After the second time, a voicemail popped up and I figured it was mom or Jonah begging me to come home. I just ignored it. I got up off the ground and went and grabbed another bottle of Liquor I bought when I got up. I actually bought 5 bottles. I opened it and tilted my head back. It burned going down but at this point, I didn't care. I wanted to get so f*cked up, I forgot everything. I was halfway through the bottle when my phone rang again but it only rang once and stopped. I looked at the number and it said restricted. I went back to drinking. I finished the bottle and started walking well stumbling around and the anger towards myself flar