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"Oh God, I'm fucking horrible," I cried, still trying desperately to find the flowers. There has got to be some white flowers here!

"Alaska? What are you doing?" Takumi asked, walking towards me from the direction of his dorm.

"My mom's been dead for 8 years today, and I usually always go and put flowers on her grave, but I completely fucking forgot! Plus I'm smashed really bad! Help me!" I cried even harder.
He nodded, and we searched.
We walked around silently scanning the whole place, but there was no use.
It was to far into Winter for flowers to grow.
I stumbled around, my head still hurting.

" Why do I always fuck things up?" I sobbed, still hoping that there would be some flowers.

"I'm sorry Alaska, but there aren't any," Takumi said sincerely, stopping.
I sighed.

"Okay then," I spat out, running quickly to my dorm.
Everything was double, but I made it, with one thing on my mind.
The flowers Jake had given me.
They were white, and perfect.
I entered the room, slamming the door behind me, waking up Pudge and Colonel.

"I have to get out of here," I cried, most likely looking like hell.

"What's wrong?" Pudge asked.

"I forgot! God, how many times can I fuck up?" I screamed, "I HAVE TO GO. HELP ME GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Where do you need to go?"

I don't have time for this.
I sat down on the bed, put my head between my legs, and just continued sobbing, "Just please distract the Eagle right now so I can go. Please."

They were quiet for a moment, most likely still not over the fact that I was extremely drunk and asking to leave, but it wasn't anything like that.
They hadn't noticed.

"Okay," they said simultaneously.

"Just don't turn on your light, just drive slow and don't turn on your lights," the Colonel told me, then he asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fuck," I groaned, "Just get rid of the Eagle for me, "I screamed like a child screaming for their parent, "God oh God, I'm so sorry,"

"Okay," the Colonel said, "Start the car when you hear the second string."

They left, and I sat there crying for a moment.
I've fucked up so much, and this is the worst.
I got the flowers, and made my way to the car.
I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do, I'm not thinking straight, but all I know is that I need to go see my mom right now.
Why do I always fuck things up?
I hear the first string a few feet away, and saw the Eagle running out of his house, in only briefs.
If I wasn't so fucked up right now, I would have thought it was hilarious.
But now wasn't the tie for fun and games.
The second string lit from a farther distance, and I slammed my foot on the gas petal, making my way to the Interstate.
There were no cars around, so I revved y engine speeding up.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I cried, gasping for air.
I looked through my tears, and saw some flashing red and blue lights.

"Straight and fast," I whispered unexpectedly, remembering the labyrinth.
This was suffering.
The highest.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez most likely felt suffering, but not like this. Not this bad.
I didn't even give myself time to think.

"Straight and fast," I repeated, speeding up.
The flashing lights were creeping up.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, as one last single tear fell.
The flashing lights were approached head on, not moving, then, POOF!