At 17 years old Sage Aurora never thought she would be stuck trying to rebuild her life and mending her heart.
Throughout her younger years she thought nothing could stop her. She was popular, free-spirited, and felt on top of the world. At least t...
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You sat there for a what seemed like forever, just staring at the bathroom floor and flowing between sobs and whimpers trying to steady your breathing before it turned into a full blown panic attack. After a while only normal tears were flowing and you grabbed the towel that lay beside you and wiped off your face. After what felt like 5 minutes of staring at the ground and doing the breathing techniques your old therapist taught you, you took one long deep breath and mustered the strength to get to your feet. As you peered into the mirror you saw your eyeliner smudged and tried to fix it, but it did not make much of a difference. You were a drunken crying mess.
You closed your eyes and turned to the door reaching for the nob. You tossed the towel behind you not caring to fix the messy scene you left behind, and walked out of the bathroom. You refused to make eye contact with anyone and b-lined right down the hall. No one noticed anyway. They were too busy dancing and drinking to tell the difference between tearful bloodshot eyes and drunk eyes. You were on autopilot at this point.
"Just get out of here", you mumbled to yourself as you walked through the kitchen grabbing the tequila bottle from the sink to your left as you pushed through the glass sliding doors of the back.
The cool air hit you as you made your way through the groups of people to the back gate. You thought about how your friends would be terrified to know you were missing, terrified to learn what happened. Chrissy would not forgive herself for letting you out of her sight. But you didn't have time to go find her. You had to get out of there.
You reached up and unlatched the lock from the gate as best you could in your drunken state before swinging it open. You stumbled out onto the gravel road as you could hear people laughing and talking behind you.
"Hey Sage! Where are you going?" A male voice hollered behind you. You didn't bother to turn around at the basketball player. "You can't walk alo- aw forget it", he drunkenly waved you off turning back to his friends as you kept walking down the road, stumbling over clumps of grass and loose rock.
You didn't care how far it was, or the fact that you lived on the other side of town. You were going to walk and you were going to get the hell out of there.
"Just get home", you cried to yourself as you trudged along grasping the tequila bottle as you swung it around. With each stumbling step you drunkenly made your way weaving around mailboxes and metal grates trying to not break an ankle.
You finally came to the end of the road and decided that going left looked familiar enough. As you turned to pivot your foot got caught under some weeds causing you to lose balance. You broke your fall by crashing to your knees as the loose gravel ripped and scraped your flesh. You groaned, but not at your knees being scraped - you couldn't feel that at all thanks to Mr. Tequila - but the sudden pressure in your head. Wobbling, you tried to get to your feet and keep pushing on, but you fell back down again. You drunkenly swung your head to the right and grabbed your tequila bottle, which at this point was probably empty, and scraped yourself up to your knees, pushing the pebbles deeper into you. You were fed up with yourself and with a large huff you tried once more. Managing to get to your feet you stumbled a couple steps forward.
