Concealed // Alex x George

Stupidity - Alex

I opened another bottle of whiskey, cocking it up into my mouth and downing the majority of the bottle. Difficult to do so, as my coordination was little to nothing at this point. The headache was a lot to handle and was one of the "side-effects" of drinking so much alcohol. It didn't matter, there was a lot more upsides. Or so, I told myself.

I placed my bottle down, wiping my mouth with my sleeve as I spun on my chair. George called my name, echoing through my ears - he probably wanted to record another video with me.

Good luck with convincing me to do that, I thought.

Stopping myself from spinning on the chair any longer (as it would probably lead to me throwing up for the third time tonight), I stared straight at the plain white wall. It certainly looked as though it was moving, even if there was nothing to it. I scratched my head and stumbled up from my chair. I held onto my table, knowing I'd loose my grip and fall. The pounding in my head was terrible, it felt as though hammers were just going off at my brain as they did to a nail in a wooden board. Everything just felt so.. fuzzy. Dream-like. Numbing. That was the reason I drunk alcohol, it took away all of the stress but brought it back twice as hard the next day. So naturally I drank more. And things repeat like that, day by day.

I switched off my monitor, rubbing my eyes that felt as though they were popping out of my sockets. As I mentioned before, it just didn't.. hurt. It was just uncomfortable, that was all. My grip released on the table as I felt some stability. I stood up straight without support, it was time to go and talk George out of making another video.

I took a few steps forward, practically baby steps in distance. It didn't matter though, George could wait as long as he had to. I knew he relied on me to make videos, but that didn't stop me. I opened my door, clinging onto the doorknob to try and hold myself up.

"OI! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

I yelled, my speech slurred so it wouldn't exactly hard to not know what I said at all. However, I knew exactly what he wanted, I just wouldn't admit that. I stood at my door, waiting for his reply.

It wasn't insane that I could just drop unconscious any second, the numbness was unbearable. I also knew what I was doing, but I didn't address that either. There's a lot of things I should or could tell George.

As if I would.