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Everything was blurry for him. The bottles and cans on the floor was all blurry. The only thing he could make out was the way to the fridge to get another bottle. Another toxic drink to make him forget his mind.
James didn't quite remember when's the addiction started. Or when it got so bad. The only thing he knew was that he was lost. And he had lost. Everything was lost.
He sat down in the same position he had been in for days. Feeling the couch starting to get uncomfortable. But he didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.
There was suddenly a knock on the door. James was pulled out of his trance for a second. He fell back, only to be interrupted by a second knock.
"Coming." He stumbled onto his feet and made a way to the door.
"Hi." She breathed out, looking at the big mess in front of her. "Bella?" James's words came out as question. She hinted to going in, and he moved so she could.
The place was the same. A lot messier than when she left. And it smelled like hell. "James." She whispered. "I know."
"Why?" She turned to him. Worry. That was the only word James could use to describe her eyes. "What?" He snapped back. "When did you let it become so bad?"
He scuffed at her statement. She didn't know shit, did she? "When did I let it become so bad? When did you decide to leave?!" He raised his voice, letting the alcohol take control of him. "James." She said again. "No, you're only here because one of the boys told you so."
Bella didn't say a word. "Kirk told me." She whispered, twirling her fingers. "But it made me worried. I came because I'm worried about you." She spoke a little louder. "Bullshit." He spat back.
"You're hurting people James. And you're hurting yourself." Bella took a step closer to him. "No one cares about me Bella! And I've never been better actually! I don't need anything or anyone!" James raised his voice, seeing that the smaller girl pulled back.
"I care." He only laughed. "You don't. You left." He pointed his finger at her. "And you're more than welcome to leave again." Bella looked up to met his angry eyes. "This isn't you James." He lowered his finger.
"I didn't leave because I stopped caring. I never did. I still care for you. And I still love you. But, you need help James. You need to get out of this." She said as tears was rolling down her cheeks.
The drunk demon left James body as he saw the love of his life cry. "Bella." He whispered, not knowing what to say, but still loving the way her name sounded. "Let me help you James. Let us help you get back on your feet." She walked towards him, wrapping her small arms around his bigger figure. He laid his head on top of hers and let out a shaky breath.
And there, it was there that he knew that he needed help, and that she would always be there when he came back.
hey folks
as you can see this was a part 2 of the last hetfiled imagine. this is a sore and serious topic, so if you know anyone or you feel yourself losing control., please don't be scared to reach out to someone.
you are loved and needed, so please don't hurt yourself in anyway at all.
