She lights up another cigarette, wondering if she should have a joint this time around instead. It'd be her fourth one this week.
Has it been a week? She doesn't even know anymore. It sure as hell hasn't felt like a week, she knows that much. It honestly feels like it's only been hours since her whole fucking world came crumbling down.
Now all she does is smoke, drink, eat, and cry. The only reason she even leaves her cabin anymore is to get food and her precious California green. But she always, always, under every circumstance, avoids the sky deck. Avoids him.
Hero.
How could she have let everything spiral out of control and get so fucked up like it did? Her stupid frigging sister, that horrible bitch of a person (Pfft! More like some kind of spawn) had to come and ruin everything! It was all going fine, she hadn't killed Maya yet or anything, and that devil (whom she refuses to believe is related to her) just had to go and get the New Yorker pissed at her!
"I'm gonna kill her." She snarls for the millionth time since all this happened, tossing her cigarette but in the trash can. She groans, taking a swig of her watermelon Smirnoff, wiping away fresh tears from her eyes.
Oh, God. Her had looked so upset when she ran off, crying like she had. He's never done well with tears. He keeps trying to contact her (ninety seven unread texts, forty three missed calls, fifteen voicemails and counting) and he had come by a million times, even sending other people to get her for him. She turned him away every time, claiming one thing or another until it got to the point where she just ignored him completely.
"Hey, Geni, I know you're upset and everything, but you should really stop stealing the liquor. You could get in trouble." Her roommate says, and she doesn't even leave the bathroom.;
"Whatever. Let me get expelled. Anywhere is better than this fucking boat right now." She slurs, the Smirnoff taking its effect and numbing her. She really, really just wants the pain to go away.
"Alright, then. But don't say I didn't warn you." Her roommate calls, and the Australian just flips her off, rolling her eyes.
Can't they just leave her alone? Don't they see that she wants to die? Why hasn't she just killed her –
"Pongo! Good god, pup! You scared the life out of me!"
Oh, yeah. That's why.
She pets the puppy gently, crying as she recalls how close this puppy brought she and him; the puppy, the only thing tying her down to the world; the puppy, the only reason she's existing still. Because she isn't living, not anymore, she just exists.
"Baby boy, I love you. Love me forever, okay? Promise me you won't leave?" She asks the little dog gently, crying as she buries her face in his soft fur. He licks her tears, a puppy promise to be with her forever.
Her phone rings loudly (fuck, why hasn't she turned it off) and she groans. She goes to see the name, still carrying her dog, and she laughs bitterly – she's been expecting this. The oh-so-familiar number, the most annoying ringtone she could find, the picture she hasn't seen since she was fourteen.
Her sister.
She lets it go to voicemail, flipping off her cell phone as though doing that will make her sister feel her wrath. God, how she despises her sister.
It's all her fault this happened, anyway: the moron doesn't know how to keep her big mouth shut!
"Geni, my god! Your fucking phone is going to blow up if you don't answer it soon!" Her roommate yells at her, and she glares at the girl.
