Stitches | David Dobrik

twenty four

knock knock

I quickly rush over to the door to see who was here at this hour.

I look throughthe peephole, expecting a vicious murderer who wants to kill me.

Are.
You.
Serious.

It's not a killer, it's David.

I yank open the door, worried that something is wrong.

I take a deep breath. You can do this.

His face softens and his eyes are filled with tears.

"What are you doing here?" I quietly ask him.

He sniffles, shakes his head, and looks at his shoes.

"I shouldn't of c-came. I just misssss youu." He slurs, shoving himself closer to me.

He's drunk? I've never seen him drink more than one beer.

"How did you get here? Who brought you?" I calmly ask him, swallowing my anger.

"Uberrr, baby." He laughs and I immediately smell the liquor on his breath.

"Alright, get inside." I grab his arm gently, pulling him to my room.

"Taaakkkeeee meeee baccckkk!!!" David sings at the top of his lungs.

I cover up his mouth, not wanting to wake up my sleeping roommate.

I remove my hand and tell him to stop being loud. He obeys with a pout.

"Why did you do this to yourself?" I sigh, guiding him to my bed.

"It makes me feel b-better." He hiccups.

"About what?" I ask, too tired to realize what he was doing it for.

"You." He mumbles, bringing his knees to his chest.

I swear, my heart just broke in half.

His eyes fill with tears again, but he tries to wipe them away before I see them.

"You probably think I'm a loser now."

I guess we know why he doesn't drink.

"Dave, stop it." I sit next to him, tears threatening to fill my eyes.

He doesn't respond so I decide to speak up.

"Hey, look at me." I tell him.

He reluctantly makes eye contact with me.

"You deserve better." He chokes out.

"That's not true." I scold him, not understanding his mindset.

He shakes his head and looks back at the floor.

"I promise we can talk about everything tomorrow." I assure him. He nods, throwing himself back on the bed.