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06|| Liquid Relief

Outlast

06|| Liquid Relief

All hell broke loose, the moment I stepped inside of my apartment to find random items misplaced and missing. On the wall of the small living room a picture of Reign on her thirteenth birthday was missing, exposing the discolored and now peeling paint we concealed with the large frame. Immediately I put two and two together, before charging to Reign's bedroom with Hoax keeping my fast paced tempo. Just as I previously suspected her room was completely stripped of personal items.

Pictures, clothing items, and even her school supplies were missing only leaving the furtinture.

I wasn't sure if I should break down into tears like my heart wanted or charge back down to Lucus's place in hopes of getting rid of him once and for all. The only thing I had in this world was my sister, everything else was stolen away from me, and now Lucus was taking her away too. It was too much for me to bare, the emotional weight of every thing was overwhelming.

My first instinct was to drop to the floor in a sobbing mess and just let out all my tears drown me, before making another move. It was hard for me to even comprehend what was going on right now. Reign's belongings were just here a few hours ago, and now they vanished along with any relationship the two of us previously shared.

The thought was rather nauseating, as I felt that hot dog from earlier start to creep back up my throat. It was hard to naviagate my way around, with tears in my eyes and makeup staining my cheeks, but I managed to make it to the bathroom just in time to empty my stomach's content inside of the toliet.

It took me a while to regain my senses and complete control over my body, which seemed to be going in some sort of shock as I shook somewhat controllably. Not soon enough I was able to stop the vibrations thoughout my body and push myself up onto my feet. The world was spinning all around me, but it didn't stop my determined actions. I wipe my mouth with the back of my palm before stumbling out of the bathroom, not having the stregth to flush the toliet or flick off the lights, almost tripping on Hoax as I went along.

Feeling pitful, and dreading the future without my sister, I make my way to my room and grab the bottle of Vodka that I had so cleverly hidden from Reign. Yes, she was a pain in the ass; their was no denying that, but she meant the world and much more to me. She was the one person in this world that I felt needed me. Apparently I was wrong about another thing.

I fumble with unscrewing the lid, using my sweaty hands as a tool. Once I had finally got the top of, I rejoiced. Finally something I could do without fucking it up.

"Bottoms up to that," I mumble raising the bottle to my lips, not even bothering to poor the potent liquor into a shot glass.

Quickly, my pity party turned into a game. I made a list inside of my head of every thing that was fucked up about me or my life, then I proceeded to take a shot of Vodka. I was surprised at how fast the liquid was being drained, as my body's tempetature slowly started to increase. Stripping off my top and bottoms, I was left in my underwear trying to cool myself off. Pretty soon I was heavily intoxicated, which prompted me to drink even more, because why not? There was no one in the house to stop me. As a matter of fact their was no one in the world who would even give a fuck.

I took another swigg of Vodka, counting that as a reason to take another shot. Some of the alcohol dripped onto my chin, but I didn't care. It was then when I ran out of alcohol to consume.

There was no more in the house; I knew that for sure. I kept very little in the house so it would decrease the chances of Reign finding it. As soon as my sister makes her way back into my head space, it gives me at least five more reasons to drink.

Frowning at the empty bottle which sat in my hands I toss it on the ground, upset that it didn't contain more Vodka, before seeing the keys to my car across the room. Stumbling over them and scraping the bottom of my foot with a shard of glass I finally reach them, before clumbily making my way around my apartment, and then down to my car.

It was freezing outside, but my body which was glistening from sweat welcomed the cold air. Once I couldn't take my bare feet standing on the sidewalk any longer, I slid into my car jumping my head as I did so.

My only justification for driving while under the influence of alcohol was that the liquor store wasn't too far away from my apartment. Or was it? I really couldn't remember in this state of mind.

It takes me a few tries before I am successful at putting the key into the ignition and reving up the engine.

New York traffic was horrid as always, leaving me behind the wheel of the car for quiet some time. Many people stared at me like I was on drugs, because of the scraps that covered my body, but I was too intoxicated too care. I was use to putting my body out on display for the world, or at least customers at Forsaken.

I almost doze off multiple times, before the car behind me would honk or some other insanely loud noise would snap me out of my alcohol induced sleepiness.

It wasn't until I almost ran into a bus, that I sobered me up the slightest bit. The almost-accident was enough for me to rethink my current situation: I was driving under the influence to go get some more alcochol to then drink so I would be even more heavily inducted.

Groaning, I place a hand on my forehead hoping to wish the oncoming headache away. "What the fuck did I get myself into?," I whisper to myself.

Alcohol was still in my system, pumping throughout my body, and controlling my clouded judgement, so it's not all that surprising when I cut off the car on the right lane beside me before changing me course of direction. Instead of driving to the liquor store as I previously intended, I try to recreate the drive that I went on twice today.

I was currently on my way to Lucus's mansion, half dressed and fully intoxicated, all because of a bottle of liquid relief aka Vodka.
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Double update! I'm killing this Camp NaNoWriMo compared to previous years that I have attempted writing an entire novel in a month. Hopefully I can keep up this momentum for the rest of the month. Also I apologize for the different chapter lengths- once I go back and edit they will all be around the same length. This chapter was a couple 100 words shorter than previous chapters.