Pulling Teeth

*Tre's POV*

Today consisted of beer.
And lots of it.
By the time i was finished, i was seeing purple cats, giant green chickens with blue mohawks and unicorns everywhere.
"Billie! I LOOOOVVVVVEEEE YYYYOOOOOOUUUUUU!!!!!" I shouted.
Bear in mind, Billie was sober.
"uhh..... love you too, tre..." he said, awkwardly.

*Billie's POV*

I laughed about the hangoer he was going to have tomorrow.
Come on... you can't be as smashed as him, and NOT have a major hangover the next day.
I took a deep breath, and stepped out the door, all set to break up with the girl from hell, no matter what.
By no matter what, i mean, nothing would be able to stop me.
I wouldn't care if she bought a crocodile, put it's butt on my head, and made me wear it around town as a hat for 3 days!
Thoughts of how to do it spiralled through my head like a slinky going down the worlds tallest flight of stairs.
Maybe i should just-
Ah, screw it, im here now!

I got to the house and knocked on the door.
It swun open and an angry looking Laura greeted me.
"WHAT?!" she screamed, as if i couldn't hear her.
I sucked in through my teeth and glared at her.
"We're through" i said.
She looked at me as if i was a basket case.
Hey... that's a good- anyone got a pen?

While i was trapped in my own thoughts, she brought her knee up.
Seriously? Again?
I screamed out in pain, when i realised it wasn't a knee.
Apparantly, she was the sort of person who carried a knife everywhere.
The pain was so intense!
A little pool of blood was forming on the ground!
I started to feel dizzy.
Before i knew it, i collapsed to my knees, and then...
Then it all went black.