Forevermore - Lovertation

All Too Unwell

Song: Champagne Problems- Taylor the cat lady

reputation

After a few hours, I felt disgusting, but my emotions were dimmed, and I could hardly remember what had happened that day. Midnights had stayed and drunk with me in silence, she was nowhere near as out of it as I was though. Which was new for her. Suddenly, I had the urge to chuck my guts up and I ran out of my room to the bathroom before I got vomit all over my bed. After kneeling over the toilet bowl gagging and throwing up for a while 1989 walked in.

'Omg, rep! Are you ok?' She asked.

As a reply, I just shook my head before having to hold my head over the toilet once again. 1989 quickly gathered my hair as I let it out.

Once I had finished, I sat against the bathroom wall gasping for breath with my eyes closed.

'Shit rep, you drank again?' 1989 asked with a sigh.

I nodded 'It was only a few hours...' I said guiltily.

'A few hours of drinking? What were you thinking rep? Where's Lover?'

'With Karma'

'Why?'

'She's not my girlfriend anymore. She broke up with me to get with Karma'.

'What! Why? I thought you two were so close, and for Karma as well. What's up with that?'

'I'm not good enough for her, she just realised that'. I opened my eyes and looked at 1989. The conversation had managed to sober me up enough to get the words out despite the fresh pain that still burned.

'rep. Do not think about yourself that way. You are beautiful and perfect, Lover doesn't know what she's doing'.

'I want to think that, but I can't'.

'Well, you need to try, for me and yourself too'. 1989 stood up and grabbed my hands before pulling me to my feet slowly.

'There you go, careful' she said as I wobbled slightly.

My hands shook slightly from throwing up so violently for so long, and I leaned on the countertop to regain myself for a few seconds.

'Wow you're really out of it Aren't you? You haven't gotten this drunk in so long; how come you thought you could have so much?'

'I don't know, I just wanted to drown myself'.

'Well, you're not doing that anymore'.

'I'm sorry 1989, but that's how I choose to cope'.

'It doesn't work like that, and you know it!'

'It's not up to you last time I checked, and if it makes me forget about my problems, I'm going to use it'.

'rep!' 1989 snapped her fingers in front of my face making me snap my head toward her. 'You can't solve your problems by getting drunk. You may be older than me, but you don't act like it sometimes! But fine, do what you want, but I'm not going to go out of my way to help you if you're not going to let me'.

'Don't try and help me then!'

1989 just snorted with exasperation and walked out of the bathroom. I had nothing left to do so I headed toward my bedroom quietly. Midnights had left and taken the bottles with her, so I just flopped down and fell asleep almost immediately.

Lover

I had heard her sobs through the thin walls of Karma's makeshift bedroom. I had heard her throwing up after a few hours as I sat on Karma's bed with my head buried in my hands. I was about to break down myself, the entire situation was overwhelming, and I was emotionally drained.

The days after this event passed agonisingly slow. I tried to avoid the others at all costs, rarely leaving Karma's bedroom. The news had gotten out that I had dumped rep and it seemed mostly everyone was disgusted by my actions. The only time I left the house was with Karma. She would often drag me down to the dive bar to hang out with her friends, making sure I stayed in her line of sight the entire time. It was a horrid and exhausting routine, that normally included being picked on and treated like shit. One time pushed me to my limits.

I was sitting on a bar stool staring at my phone listlessly as Karma and her friends partied around me. Most of them were drunk out of their minds dancing around to the loud music and splashing their drinks all over each other. One of them, a random guy who I didn't know. He spotted me and drunkenly walked over, there was a beer in his hand and his breath stank like alcohol.

'What's a pretty little girl like you doing here? By herself'.

He reached a hand up to my face and I pulled back immediately.

'Don't get too touchy now' Karma said, stumbling over to us chuckling. She was obviously drunk; her makeup was smudged, and her hair was wild from partying.

She picked up my hand and kissed it.

'This one's mine'.

'Oh wow, got the pick of the litter, did ya? This one's a beauty'.

I grimaced.

'I'm not a dog, I hope you realise' I retaliated, only to be ignored.

'Pretty much, I'm only really with her to get back at someone. Karma is the sweetest revenge, as they say' Karma said back to him.

The man laughed before turning to me once more 'The names Mack, professional Staffordshire bull terrier breeder and  beer drinking contest unbeatable champion'.

I just stared at him, disgusted.

'Karma, we should go, it's getting late'.

'The pretty one is right, it's almost 4 am! I best be calling a cab. See you later' Mack said before walking out of the bar.

'What a party pooper, why don't you have a drink, Lover?' Karma slurred once he left.

'I'm alright thank you, but I really think we should go now'.

'Alright, suppose we should'.

I got off my seat and led the way out of the bar, hurriedly walking towards my car and plopping myself down in the driver's seat.

The second Karma was in the car I started it and headed home. I was exhausted and had a very short sleep that night, along with the many from this past week.

AN: I'm running out of nicknames for Taylor for the song recommendations if you can't already tell, which kind of sucks. Anyway, merry swiftmas! Happy Holidays!