Thrax woke up with a pounding headache. He looked out the window, but couldn't tell what time it was because it was dark and raining outside. He rolled over and found pills and a glass of water on the night stand. As he took them, Ozzy walked in.
"Hey, you're finally awake," Ozzy noticed.
Thrax rubbed his aching head. "What time is it, baby?"
"It's almost eleven." Thrax groaned and let his head fall back on the pillow. "Do you remember anything that happened last night?"
Thrax shrugged. "I remember we got to the party, and that I was in a drinking contest. Why?"
Ozzy laughed. "You were so incredibly drunk! It was amazing!"
"I didn't do
"Come on in," Ozzy said, motioning for Drix to step inside. "Want something to drink?" He asked, slipping off his jacket.
"I'm fine, thanks." Drix answered.
"Be right back. Gonna hang this up in my room." He referred to his jacket. He opened the door, and let out a surprised scream.
"Is everything alright?" Drix got up, a look of concern on his face.
At the sight of his friend coming over, Ozzy immediately closed the door. "Oh no, everything's fine!"
"Are you sure?" Drix questioned suspiciously.
"Yeah, yeah; everything's fine! It's just a mess in there is all. You sit down and relax, I'll go clean up real quick. Be right back!" Before D
Ozzy and Drix just finished the last part of the obstacle course. Ever since Thrax tried to kill Frank, twice a year members of the police force were forced to go through a grueling fitness test to make sure they were prepared. Before the obstacle course they were forced to do large sets of pushups and situps, and were now given a short break before running laps.
"I hate this spit!" Ozzy complained as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"It is a necessary evil," Drix panted. It was then that he noticed a car pull up along side the fence. "Jones, isn't that your car?"
"Are you serious? Again!" Ozzy sighed. "I'll be right back."
He starte
"I'm back!" Ozzy shouted as he slammed the front door. He looked through the pile of mail in his arms. "Trash, trash, trash, trash, letter." He seemed surprised to find anything but ads. "Letter for La Muerte Roja," Ozzy read. He dropped the letter onto the book Thrax was reading and turned on the TV.
Thrax opened the letter as Ozzy flicked through the channels. He ended up on a channel that played music videos. He made a face in disgust. "Miley Virus would you please put that tongue back in your mouth! No one wants to see that!" Thrax walked over to the couch where Ozzy was sitting. "Look at the way she's dancin'! Nasty!"
"Jones," Thrax be
All my life I wanted to just die and not omg embarrass way more like I may be happy if I left this earth there  no meaning for me I got nothing to live for.My family make me feel like I never do anything right and everything I do, make or create can never be good enuff . I being punished for that not my fault . Fuck my pay attention to her husband needs even though he cheated on her lie to her and use her for her money she love him more than kids because she to blind see his lies to deaf to hear the truth .we try to get along with him but always make us seem like the bad guy. she blames us for things make like we started the fight. But I
hello everybody this is my first journal entry so just wanted to say I finally cut myself and felt so great to my skin and god my life sucks I hate my family all they ever do is point out my flaws and mistakes .My mom or dad wonder why I never smile, well bitch when smile it is going to be when I go off to college and change my number anyway I'm in my room wishing when I leave I get in a terrblie car accdient and die or my drug(yaoi) will make me happy again if not please pray I die thanks for listening