Fortnight [H.S]

Chapter 3

What felt like minutes turned to hours as I lay on my bed clutching tightly to my vodka bottle.

 With shaking hands I remove the lid.

A warm fire sparks within me as I lick my lips in anticipation of this next sip.

I'm starving of thirst and hunger for the one thing that has given me happiness since the news broke.

I press the bottle to my lips, urgently pouring the liquid into my mouth.

Even though I swallow the contents desperately as the liquid feels in my mouth, I can't help but hold back tears at the bitter taste.

The spark turns into a full on flame as the liquid burns its way down to my stomach.

Wincing in pain, I take another sip.

This pain would turn into pleasure.

It always does.

A stupid idea fills my head, my brain begs with me to be rational but I can't.

Not when the world wasn't being rational to me.

I convince myself it's a good idea.

I convince myself nothing can go wrong.

I refuse to let my brain catch up to my actions as I grab my car keys, purse, and phone.

Wait!

I forgot my bottle.

I leave the car running as I run back inside for my vodka bottle.

With a deep sigh, I back out of my driveway.

I had to see him.

With blurred eyes I press on the gas out of my neighborhood.

The blue clear skies mock me as I cruise down the backroads to his house.

He hasn't called.

He hasn't texted.

He hasn't said a damn thing.

I'm hanging on a cross as heavy rocks are thrown at me by the hour.

His silence might as well be another rock being thrown.

Grabbing my bottle I take another rushed sip.

I've barely washed the bitter liquid down my throat when I hear a screeching horn sound off causing me to slam on my breaks.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

It's as if that alarm snapped me out of this fit of rage.

I nearly ran a red light.

And I'm driving...under the influence.

Once the light turns green I pull into the next parking lot over and turn my keys out of the ignition.

Placing my head in my hands a loud sob escapes me.

Why did I do that?

Why did I do any of this?

The tears keep streaming down violently as I reach for my phone with shaking hands.

I dial the only number that I know won't ever turn me down.

It rings for exactly one second before she's answering, "Alex." I choke out.

"Arden!" she says, sounding alarmed.