A.N: This is not me, nor anyone I know... so don't get worried or anything. This is another drug thing for school... and I may have taken it a bit further. Sorry if this is not pleasant... but it happens.
She was on the sofa, her hands shaking,
her mind racing. The buttons on her jean's back pockets wore the
holes in the couches material, widening them. The sound of the phone
ringing, drown out by the bitter thoughts rolling about her brain.
They didn't care. Nobody cared.
The world didn't even like her. She was stupid, so stupid.
But now she
didn't even care anymore. Not even about what she thought they
thought. A feeling of absolute numbness filled her stomach. She had
no desire to do anything anymore. She used to be outgoing, they
said, she used to be smart, happy, and pretty... but that was all
gone now, because they hated her, they hated her for reasons she
didn't even know... for reasons they didn't even know.
What she only
vaguely knew was that they didn't hate her- nobody did. She wasn't
going to listen to herself though.
The phone was still
ringing.
She gingerly
grasped the bottle of vodka, and watched the liquid splash into her
mug. She thought, for a moment, that it certainly could pretend to
be water, if it weren't for it's burning flavour. Then she spied
the Barbie-size, clear bag on the coffee table. Her fingers found
the edges, and brought it closer, tipping it up, and tapping the
bottom with her index finger until a chalky pill rolled out onto her
palm.
She stared at the
white against her matching shade of skin for awhile, zoning out.
Then she popped it into her mouth, and gulped down some vodka. It
burnt on the way to her stomach, but it felt good not to be numb
anymore. But then something started to change, her lungs felt like
they were compressed. Her rib cage tingled.
The phone went to
voice mail.
“Hi honey,
I'm a little worried about you...”
A little.
She thought, it felt like someone was hitting her over the head with
a hammer, repeatedly.
“Jordan said
you weren't eating again...”
She slumped over on
the couch, and screamed when her arm made contact with the cushion.
Her entire body felt bruised. Like internal bleeding- maybe she was
bleeding out into her own body.
“Just try to
get out, do something with your friends... your brother would be
happy to spend some time with you...”
She couldn't catch
her breath, and she was terrified that she never would...
“I just
wanted to call to say that we love you...”
Damn it, why...
“Bye
sweetie...”
There was a click,
and she was gone.
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