The slam of the door rattled my bones, I was done playing strong, I layed in the middle of the hallway and bawled. I screamed and cried, and pulled my hair and punched the walls yelling profanities and cursed god. The tantrum didn't end there. I ran to the bedroom and frantically searched for a sign that this was just a joke a horrid one at that, I knew it wasn't, deep down I knew that Lilah was gone. The way her words were coated in hatred and venom that stung my heart confirmed it. I threw open the wardrobe as a last resort and dug through all of the clothes, throwing the everywhere. Not a single item was hers. No more tears were coming but I felt as though I couldn't  breath, a strange aching in my chest had me bent over in pain in the pile of my clothes. I stopped struggling and just layed there waiting for Lilah to come back and everything to be normal but I knew it was only a wish, a stupid dream, but it was the only thing that gave me hope.

I played it out in my head:
Lilah would burst back through the door with tears running down her face where she came and started looking for me. When she found me on the floor she'd hold me and comfort me telling me she was sorry and that everything was going to be ok. And everything would be.

But, it never came, hours later I still layed there feeling numb. I never felt her arms around me I never heard her say it would be ok. And I never expected her to.

Eventually the house became dark like the sky outside, putting me in an even worse mood. Well whatever mood was left. I didn't feel sad, or angry, but rather nothing at all. I felt like a blackhole, empty, dark, void of anything at all. I peeled myself off the floor and picked up my phone. Part of me knew the only reason I was doing that was to see if Lilah had text, of course she hadn't. I looked through my contacts and saw Rosa's contact and thought about texting her but decided against it. My eyes lingered on a number I hadn't seen before. I checked the contact name, "Bar Girl".

I don't know what compelled me to do so but before I knew it I was listening to the familiar ring of a phone call. I held my breath as I waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?" She asked confused.

"Hi."

"Who is this?"

"U-Uhm I'm the girl from the bar a night or two ago."

There was an awkward short break of silence.

"Ohhhhh right!"

I let out a small laugh but it felt hollow.

"Are you ok?"

I raised eyebrows. "Why would you ask that?"

"Your voice is hoarse and you're sniffling like there's no tomorrow also I heard you laugh at the bar and it sure as hell didn't sound like that. So spill."

Her demanding tone was amusing but also comforting, it made me want to tell her.

"Alright but first, what's your name?" I said.

"My name is Alexandra but please just call me Alex."

I smiled to myself her name suited her.

"I'm Veronica but please call me V." I said in a mocking tone.

She scoffed, "Oh my god just continue." She laughed.

"Ok, so my girlfriend recently attempted suicide for the 2nd time and she just broke up with me because it was "my fault" and left. We've been together since Sophomore  year and yet it was so easy for her to walk out like that."

I stopped and cringed at how flat and empty my voice sounded.

Alex sat on the other side of the line not saying anything, she was probably thinking what to say.

"V,"

"Yes?"

"Meet me at the bar we met at ok? It'll be easier for me to talk to you there."

I nodded not that she could see me.

"Alright I'll be there in 5."

"K,"

As I was about to hang up her voice popped up again.

"OH! and V?"

"Yes?" I asked again.

"Don't do anything stupid."

With that she exited the call.

I smirked a bit out of habit and deiceded I needed to change.

I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans with large rips, and a long sleeve grey shirt.

I didn't bother looking in the mirror and simply exited the house. I got into my car took a deep breath and began driving to the bar.