Bottle My Bones

The era of an addiction

Tehe this is angst
Also please leave a comment if I should add more to it 🤷‍♂️

The morning sun was bright, offering a stinging pain to your eyes. Your eyes feel gritty as if there's sand in them, but the more prominent problem is the pounding headache that last night's drinks left you with. Alcoholic beverages became increasingly popular among your friends, causing you to pick up a rather expensive addiction to cheap whiskey and vodka. The sheets of your bed wrinkled underneath the weight of the severely disappointing person you have become, so much for the D.A.R.E contract you signed in fifth grade.....but at least your lovely significant other is proud of you due to all the progress you've made from recovering from your alarming alcohol intake. Little do they know you just broke your week streak of staying sober. Cheap vodka bottles and liquor litter the room, causing the pungent scent of hard alcohol to creep up your nose. The scent of last night's accident bring tears to your eyes, they slip down your face and collect on the comforter of your bed. You look at your dying phone that's half hazardously thrown on the nightstand beside your bed. Five messages, three missed calls, three other notifications from various apps, and a charge of thirteen percent. You pick up your phone, carefully examining the messages. You looked at who sent them, more tears prickling your eyes. Aiden-"Did you make it home safely?", "Hello?", "Helloooooo?", "This isn't funny anymore, please answer or I'm coming to check on you.", and "That's it I'm coming to check on you."...... Sent 1:47 pm, the time on your phone reads 1:52 pm. "Shit" is all you could muster, he would be here in a few minutes. He still thinks your week sober streak is still standing, which is obviously disproved by the lingering smell of liquor on you and the glass bottles littered among the floor. The question of the day is how would you lie your way out of this one? Would you even try or are you too hungover to even care?