Blood Pressure

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A girl in college is going through a bad relationship, and explains their last days together.

Submitted: November 17, 2011

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Submitted: November 17, 2011




Sitting on the bed, I bend down to pick up the last piece of her clothing. “There, now she can't say I never do sweet things for her” I think to myself, as I'm folding her pink parachute panties. I move to my side of the bed and get comfortable, enjoy my last few hours of laziness while she's gone. A few hours pass, and she walks in and goes straight to her books. I lean over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek while she's reading. She instantly pushes me away, I say “I decided to put up your laundry”. She looks at me and smiles, then gets up to see. “What is this?! Is this the way your family hangs clothes? You need a system. I really don't understand how your mind works.” she screamed. I apologize for hanging a few shirts backwards, then pull my green covers over my head. I miss my family and friends, they're not crazy. They're 12 hours away, so I'll have to be strong on my own. I find myself crying, rather, balling. She comes back to bed, and proceeds studying. She thinks I'm crying because she's yelled at me, and my feelings are hurt. Little does she know I'm crying because I'm stuck with her.



My eyes start clearing up, and I roll over onto my back. I stare at the walls, the whole room has been taken over by her. Wizard of Oz, and Gemini art work has been framed on my side of the room. Two things I hate. The whole room is tinted brown, and it gives off a nice depressing vibe. I have a corner, next to my side of the bed, where I keep my clothes. My closet and my drawers have been taken up by all of her belongings. I stand up and walk barefoot to the restrooms directly across from my room. I hear girls listening to rap music and screaming at the top of their lungs. It's one of the many pleasures of living in the worst dorm on campus. I quickly walk back to my room, go to the fridge, and let the drinking begin. It seems like alcohol is the only thing capable of making me happy now. I chug one down, then fill up another quickly. Half vodka, half peach soda. She always tells me I'm an alcoholic, and maybe I am, but I put the blame on her. She buys the minor alcohol. Hours later, after drinking 8 or so glasses of vodka, I find myself hunched over the side of my bed vomiting. I hear “Paige, look at me.” I look over and see her video taping me, laughing. I'm too drunk to care. I lay myself down, and before I know it I'm on the floor. I get myself to stand up, and I just want to sleep. She screams at me "You're not going to sleep until this is cleaned up!” She hands me a towel. “I can't..clean this right now. I want to sleep” I say while crying. She has somehow bullied me into cleaning every drop on the floor. I don't blame her, I would do the same. I go take a shower, then quickly go to sleep with the aroma of my vomit throughout the room.



I wake up and find that she's not next to me. I have the worst hangover known to womankind. I'm shivering with fever, and I'm scared that when she comes back I'll be in big trouble. It didn't mix well with the nausea. She walks in moments later and says “I'm sorry, but I can't be with you anymore.” I beg her not to leave. We both cry together, while we hold each other. She's apologizing repetitively, “I'm so sorry, I didn't want it to be like this.” I know we're a match made in Hell, and I suddenly hate her. I turn around, and ignore her the rest of the day. After I get out of class, I walk to my room. She has finally moved all of her belongings to her side, and our beds are now separated. I empty out her shampoo bottles, and take everything that's mine. “Thank God tomorrow starts Christmas break”, I say to myself. I go to sleep, having nothing to hold onto in the cold night.



Morning comes, and I'm excited to start my long trip home. I see that she is about to leave for her house also. I give her a long warm hug, and a soft kiss. I tell her I won't be seeing her again. She acts nonchalant, and gets into her vehicle. As she drives away, I have an overwhelming sense of relief. I get into my Ford truck and smile to myself, glad my high blood pressure is gone.

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