Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for mature content.
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...
There was a click, and she was gone.