Only Baby Scars

You will always be sweet 16

Title from: Amelia~ Tonight Alive

•Nicole•

I woke up (like this) to banging in the bathroom. The noise got louder and the bathroom door opened. I hid my body under the sheets, feeling protected by the warmth.

Groans and thrashes were thrown around. Fear rattled my bones.

"Nicole! Get up!" A drunken Vic ripped the covers off.

"No, go away," I said sternly, hoping he'd go away. His shoulders slumped and he walked out. I sighed in frustration, wishing to not wake up.

(I would have updated sooner, but I'm on vacation, and my friend is being a total bitch)

My arms reach for the sky as I let out a groggy yawn. My life seems to be falling apart, and I don't know how to fix it.

The stairs seem to keep declining as I walk this empty road (heheh). Vic was sitting at the counter, his head in his palms.

"Maybe we're just having too much fun," Vic quietly sang, hoping no one would hear.

"Maybe you can't handle yourself, staring at me with your lips and tongue," I sang back. His head arose from his hands, his glare had lightened up and his lips placed an "o".

"Hey, Nicole, how are ya?" He tried to play himself off as happy, but failed miserably.

"I'm fine. Are you sober yet" I sassed.

"I- uhm- please I - don't" his words fumbled up in his mouth.

"I'm kidding, but I didn't appreciate what you did." I acknowledged him

I decided to for to the store

The Drug Store.

I slipped on a few things, and my ID.

I reached the store within 5 minutes. The door rings a when I open it, and that makes me happy.

"Hello," the woman behind the counter said, not interested in engaging in a conversation. I walked to the back, where they held the drinks. The drinks were all organized and colourful. I picked out a Peace Tea, and a Rockstar. My shoes glided across the tile, not making a single sound. Something had caught my eye.

Cigarettes.

I cautiously walked over, gazing at the boxed cancer sticks behind the locked glass. The lady came over.

" would you like one?" She asked in monotone.

"Which ones are the best?" I frowned at my stupid question. Her eyes lit up like the Fourth Of July.

"I suggest the Malbro brand." She pointed to the white and beige box with gold writing.

I nodded in approval and she rang me up.

" your total will be $11.25" she dialed numbers into the cash register. I paid and walked out, twiddling the box in my hand.

Death.