"𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗." // sorry 4 being inactive!

// 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. //

CH. 1

Long afternoon relapsing, drinking booze until you're disoriented to the point where your own name slips out of your mind is something someone inexperienced can't explain. It's such a serious state of mentality, to where you're driven to insanity and the very flooring of your house, regurgitating your insides until you can't feel your stomach. That was a daily process for the one we call HT. It was a simple thing to her, really. Drink, get high, fall from said high, and crash. The irascible woman was followed by her girlfriend, Hilda, in her very footsteps. The instability of their relationship wasn't to be mentioned until it got to the point where both of the girls had their wrists slashed. Cut and bleeding like a caught fish's gills. Though they could never leave each other. They always were so sure they were getting better until they were sent back to stage one. The periods of halcyon where each girl were finally at peace seemed to last longer, though. They supposed their minds were healing.

"Strongest thing you've got." Hilda scowled, pounding at the end of the bed in a furious pout. HT's neck lazily bent to stabilize her drooping, heavy head. "..What?" she'd mutter under her breath, setting down her phone and rubbing her muggy eyes. Blinking herself barely awake, her head tilted. 

"Drugs..? No.." She replied, obviously wanting to be left alone. The other woman didn't concede defeat, and in a drunken haze, stood up at the end of the bed. 

"Where's the shit you get from your dealer. Don't be selfish." She murmured, raising a finger in hopes to convince her 'stubborn' significant other. 

"No. " HT repeated, her tone raising. With a grumble, Hilda got in bed next to her girlfriend's tall, lanky frame and laid herself down. 

"Fine... be a bitch..." She'd mutter, before weakly punching you in the side. "I got into your.. alcohol always." Her words slurred, barely understandable, though she attempted to leave this off on a good note before crashing and giving into the strong temptation of slumber. "I love you.." she breathed out before weakly leaning up to plant a half-assed kiss on HT's cold cheek. 

"Love you too." HT responded, the corners of her lips curling up into a tired grin in response to Hilda's attempt to give her some sweet, amiable kiss. In reality, it was nothing like that, but she deeply appreciated your endeavor. Soon enough, sleep caught onto them both and another normally awful day was over.

ermmm whatyhe flip.