What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

      | Warning: This chapter has some brief sexual content. There is also some light drinking, and mentions of depression. If you're sensitive to any of these topics. Either read with caution, or go to the next chapter. You could also find another book to read. It's not my intention to trigger anyone in anyway. |

            Every person has a breaking point. Ever since I killed Tom, I've been really close to falling off. There have been multiple times where I've been close to that point. But I always found ways to ignore them, and they always went away. Yes, I've been drunk before. Just not at parties. But I really think I need to drink at this party, or do something to stop myself from giving away. I know it sounds bad, but I can't imagine myself at my breaking point. I can't imagine what would happen to me, and how it would affect my life. When I heard the news that there was a party. I thought of everything that gave me reasons not to get drunk. Reason number one, last time I got drunk I ended up standing on top of my bed holding fire on paper. Reason number two, I'm only doing this because I feel like my life is ending and I need a few more life lines. I would ask Pansy to wipe my memory clean, but I could never think of myself for doing that. So my only option to forget him is by getting drunk.
   It was around two in the morning, and Pansy had just fell asleep. I went into the shower with a bottle of whiskey. I didn't even like whiskey, but I haven't drank anything since third year. So I was trying to get myself used to the drink. But my fucking god it doesn't taste as good as people say it does. While taking the shower I started to imagine the thought of Tom being alive. Him holding me in his arms, while brushing my thigh. God, I miss him. I was thinking of him so deeply I could feel his cold fingers caressing my shoulders. Then moving down the front of my leg while breathing on my neck. Grabbing my inner thigh, and slipping a finger inside me making me breathe heavily. His finger making a pattern inside me while his other hand kept my legs open. He added two more fingers making my head tilt back, and letting out a few groans. His fingers started to circle which made me breathed like I haven't breathed in years. Before anything else could happen, I heard a loud knock at the door making myself snap out of it. "Holy fuck! What?!" "It's me Pansy!" "I'm taking a shower what's wrong?" "I saw you weren't in the bed, and I got worried." "I'm fine don't worry. I just wanted to take a shower." "Did you take my whiskey from under the desk?" "I just wanted a sip." "Why would you drink in the shower?" "I don't know. Also, I hate the taste of it." "Then get another type of alcohol." "Where the fuck am I supposed to get that?" "Umm where I get my alcohol dumbass!" "Where do you get it?" "I steal it at the parties." "That's it." "It's the only way I can get a drink." "Once I get out of the shower, I'm going to do everything I can to make you realize how stupid that is." "Fine whatever. I just like to drink and have fun." "Yeah like I didn't know." "Just hurry up please." "Fine."
    After I got dressed, and out of the shower. Pansy was waiting for me at her desk. "What's wrong Pansy?" "I really don't know if the party is the best thing for you." "Well if you're so worried why don't you go?" "Because I have to serve a detention." "Then don't be surprised if I end up drunk." "I know you're going to get fucked up, and I'm worried." "I'm grieving. It will be over soon..hopefully." "You know you're always a pain in my ass?" "I think the tables have turned. Can you also get me a date?" Pansy looked at me for a second, and then smiled looking away. "Actually, find someone at the party. There is this new guy in the school..and he's really hot." "Really? Can you describe him?" "All I can tell you is he's really attractive. I would've asked him out myself. But I wasn't in the mood to ask him at the moment. Doesn't matter though, he's all yours." "Thank you Pans." "Of course. Now if you don't go to bed. I'm going to fucking force you to sleep." I rolled my eyes, and walked to the bed. "There. Happy?" "Now go to sleep bitch." "Fine." I turned over, and let myself slowly go to sleep. Just like Tom helped me do. I know I shouldn't be talking with some guy I just met. But I need to move on. I don't have time to have these feelings for him. Fuck...I'm not used to this. I hate this feeling. Fuck me.