𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

The burn of the alcohol down her throat numbed the feeling. The feeling of the high piled stress, the feeling that everything and anything she did was wrong. The red haired girl loved liquor, it helped her forget. Forget about her mother, her father, her stress. Liquor made her smile as she didn't have to remember why she couldn't smile sober.

The cigarette burn scars that lined her arm were hidden by a tattoo, the skin was still scarred creating small indents and odd shapes in the black and white tattoo design. She stared at it in the mirror, counting them over and over again until the liquor made her mind numb, too fucked up to count anymore instead just staring at each line of ink almost in awe of the design as if she'd never seen it before.

She liked to pretend she was nothing like the woman on the couch, the woman laying there too drunk to move or walk or even open her eyes. But the bottle in her hand said otherwise. She knew she was just like her mom more than she'd admit out loud. She turned away from looking in the mirror, staring at the door with more stab, punch, and kick holes in it than she was able to count on all five of her siblings hands not including her own. The amount of knives and knuckles that had hit the door and flown over her head a long time ago.

She looked back at the nearly empty bottle and took the last sip from the clear glass, the alcohol going down her throat like water now. Her eyes drooped as she set the bottle back down on the floor leaning her back against the wall, a small chuckle leaving her lips.

God, she was so much like her mom.