Post by Lily Potter on Dec 31, 2009 0:57:19 GMT
The days were dragging by slowly now. Winter weather keeping all inside unless you felt like freezing your booty off. Having James and Zane watching over her was starting to get annoying, but it was for the best, right? She wasn't allowed to go anywhere alone anywhere for anything. She was starting to feel terrible, stuck and mistreated. Why couldn't Brendon just give up or kill her already? Her life had been so great before the threat of being murdered arose. She enjoyed spending time with Zane, always being close to him after their classes had ended, but she needed time away from the boys for herself. The only thing she could think of to wash her thoughts away was drink.
Sure, James had a talk with her months ago about drinking, but it cleared her mind, and that was all she wanted. To have a few hours where she didn't have to think about the war raging between the Potter siblings and Brendon Keaton. A few hours where everything was blank, but the numbness was slowly fading away. When she pressed the bottle to her lips, to took longer for her to lose herself. That wasn't good. At all. Being numb was better than fearing for her own damn life every second of every damn day!
She looked defeated. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, head down and shoulders slumped. She had three bottles of Firewhiskey by her feet, one of them in her hand, She popped the cap off the first one, pressing it to her lips before taking a long swig. The liquid burned a trail down her throat when it flowed down her mouth. She coughed softly, trying to be quite so she woke no one. It was four in the morning after all. She wiped tears from her eyes before putting the bottle to her lips again. Another drink, her mind still working perfectly. Another drink. Another, more still after that.
She clutched the bottle tightly in her left hand, tears falling from her eyes faster than before. She didn't want to drink, she wanted to be nrmal. The only way fro her to forget was to drink though, thats all she wanted. To forget. She wiped them quickly from her eyes, looking at the staircase. She sighed heavily, glad no one had come down them. She stood up then, still feeling steady on her feet. She poured the liquid down her throat, gasping for air when she puled it away. Still, her mind was clear.
She walked across them room, looking straight at the black way. She heard the fire crackle merrily behind her as she pressed her forehead on the wall, a sob escaping her lisp. She turned her body away from the wall, pressing her back there. The second bottle in her hand, she slid down the wall, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Another sob, another drink. Her head was in her knees when she grabbed the third bottle. Her mind was going numb, but not quick enough. She remembered the pained look on Zane's face when Brendon had teased him, she remembered every single thing she'd ever done to hurt Zane, and her heart broke. Another drink. Still thinking clearly, still crying.
Sure, James had a talk with her months ago about drinking, but it cleared her mind, and that was all she wanted. To have a few hours where she didn't have to think about the war raging between the Potter siblings and Brendon Keaton. A few hours where everything was blank, but the numbness was slowly fading away. When she pressed the bottle to her lips, to took longer for her to lose herself. That wasn't good. At all. Being numb was better than fearing for her own damn life every second of every damn day!
She looked defeated. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, head down and shoulders slumped. She had three bottles of Firewhiskey by her feet, one of them in her hand, She popped the cap off the first one, pressing it to her lips before taking a long swig. The liquid burned a trail down her throat when it flowed down her mouth. She coughed softly, trying to be quite so she woke no one. It was four in the morning after all. She wiped tears from her eyes before putting the bottle to her lips again. Another drink, her mind still working perfectly. Another drink. Another, more still after that.
She clutched the bottle tightly in her left hand, tears falling from her eyes faster than before. She didn't want to drink, she wanted to be nrmal. The only way fro her to forget was to drink though, thats all she wanted. To forget. She wiped them quickly from her eyes, looking at the staircase. She sighed heavily, glad no one had come down them. She stood up then, still feeling steady on her feet. She poured the liquid down her throat, gasping for air when she puled it away. Still, her mind was clear.
She walked across them room, looking straight at the black way. She heard the fire crackle merrily behind her as she pressed her forehead on the wall, a sob escaping her lisp. She turned her body away from the wall, pressing her back there. The second bottle in her hand, she slid down the wall, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Another sob, another drink. Her head was in her knees when she grabbed the third bottle. Her mind was going numb, but not quick enough. She remembered the pained look on Zane's face when Brendon had teased him, she remembered every single thing she'd ever done to hurt Zane, and her heart broke. Another drink. Still thinking clearly, still crying.
