until the end of the world

I had no idea they made hangovers this bad. the kind where you wake up everytime fifteen minutes, your cold sweat has stained your pillowcases yellow and the idea of death was somehow a very real possibility. They’ve gotten progressively worse over the past month, but that’s understandable. I haven’t had anything but cheap beer and whiskey for the past month. I haven’t left this room for...I’m not sure. Weeks maybe?
Every morning was the same routine. I woke up, grabbed the closest beer and thought about the last time I saw her. I would never forget that night. It was drizzling in Brooklyn and I rode my skateboard the near half-mile to her house. The only thing I could see from her window was her darkened outline against her green walls. "Tell me it’s him, and I’ll leave this town forever" I screamed, as the rain beaded on my face. "It’s him." she said. It was like she was not the person I had once known, but a shadow, disappearing before me. I remember the tears that ran down my face, the way they mixed with the rain. The way my skateboard drowned out the sobs I had been singing for the long ride home. I had been defeated.
I stumbled home that night, and I must have been rather loud, as my roommate knocked on my door the second I slammed it. "James, go away." "Let's have a beer" he said, as I heard him opening a can. "She dumped me. Four years, and she dumped me." I sat with my back against the door, holding back the tears, though they were fighting to get out. “More reason to have a drink" he said. I walked to the couch in my room and opened the mini-fridge. If I was having a drink, I’d be doing it alone.
The next morning, I awoke to a loud bang on my door. Thankfully it was locked. I sat up and looked in the mirror. My face was swollen, my eyes were red. I didn’t dare smell my breath. I’m pretty sure there was a good portion of last night that I had forgotten. "Lunch time!" James said through the door. "Piss off." I replied. "You need to eat something, you drunk." I slipped twenty dollars under the door. ""Buy me a sandwich. And a thirty case." "Dude, its noon." " DO IT!" I yelled as I threw the closest object at the door. And there was silence. A short time later there was another knock. I didn’t answer it right away, but when I eventually did, there was a bag. I pulled it into my room and locked the door. Sandwich and thirty beers, as I had asked. I cracked a beer and started to go over the events from the night before. It was going to be a long day.
I could bore you with the details of the following days, or maybe weeks. But there's not much there. Every day, I would put a 20 under the door, and later on, some sort of food and alcohol would be in front my door in the afternoon. Sometimes a sandwich, sometimes a burger. Sometimes a case of beer, sometimes a bottle of whiskey. Though all forms of communication with my roommate had been cut off, he understood. He provided my now necessary, "bare-essentials". My phone hadn’t worked for days, I didn’t bother turning on my computer. The outside world was done to me. I hadn’t seen daylight in forever, as I kept my shades down. All I had were those memories of her. And even though I cried everyday, it was all I needed. She was my everything. I couldn’t imagine falling in love with another girl, nor did I want to. If I had to spend the rest of my life holed up in this room, having my roommate buy me my food and alcohol, I was fine with that. It was better than living life on the outside, where she roamed free. Dramatic? Of course. But sometimes women will turn into a shell of a man, and I promise, you will never forget it.
I heard a knock on the door. "James, go away" I said, out of routine. But this time, it wasn’t his voice that replied. "I still love you." my eyes opened in surprise. There was no way it could be her. But her voice was unmistakenable. "I heard you’ve been here awhile, just come out. We can fix this." the voice said. I sat there in disbelief. "I must be drunk..." I thought to myself, just as the voice spoke again. "I love you. Come out of there. Don’t you love me?" I walked to the door and rested my head upon it. "Until the end of the world."
I felt the saltiness of a tear hit my lips as I reached for the doorknob. Perhaps my seclusion paid off. Maybe she missed me, just as half as much I missed her. I opened the door. My face went into a state of confusion, as stared into a dark room. Nobody was there. I walked to next door, which led to James's room. I grabbed the handle and turned. Again, I was in a dark room, though this time, it was unfamiliar. James's bed wasn’t there. His TV wasn’t there. I heard her voice again, off to left. There was another door there. "There was never a door there before." I thought as I walked towards it. I opened it. Another dark room with another door I didn’t recognize." "Until the end of the world..." Her voice came from beneath the strange door.
I ran towards that door and opened it. Another blackened room. I followed her voice; it seemed to be one step ahead of me. I ran through countless rooms, rooms that I was unaware of. Rooms that shouldn’t have existed. Continually following her voice. Until finally I paused at one door, with light beckoning from beneath it. I stopped. "Until the end of the world..." I heard the voice from the other side of the door say. I slowly reached towards the handle and turned. I lowered my head, as a tear rolled down my cheek. "Until the end of the world..." I said. I threw the door open, as not to scare her and insinuate the chase again. I stared into my room. A thirty cases and sandwich on the floor.