Chapter 9. Alcohol and more alcohol

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It was 10:13 pm. Lif was laying in her bed with her dark red shirt with a grim reaper on it, and her fluffy black Childs Play pants on. She was also wearing green Beetlejuice socks. She was on call with a friend of hers and was having fun! For once, things were okay.

She actually got a car now! Her very own car! That was a huge step for her and she was so excited about it. She told all her coworkers and everything.

Was anything particularly wrong this time? Not exactly, for once. She had even been taking her meds.

Well, right now she was drunk and high as fuck. Alone. From some wine she had stolen from her parents and her rainbow weed pen. Lif took a hit from her strawberry orange vape and exhaled the smoke, feeling the buzz hit her. Fuck yeah.

Nothing was really wrong right now, so why was she drowning herself in booze, nicotine, and weed? Well, because she was home alone for the next few days and she had an addiction to feed into, obviously.

It wasnt JUST an addiction, honestly, she didnt hate her habits. They made her feel good, and got her to ignore the bad memories that plagued her mind. What was it then? A coping mechanism? Isn't that the same thing as alcoholism/drug abuse? She didn't know.

The world felt spinny, and fast. Like everything was happening faster then what she could comprehend. It felt fucking great.

Dee and Lif hadn't hung out in awhile, but Dee did invite her over to his house tonight, but Lif declined. Just because she was drunk and didnt want to drive. nor did she want to walk there since her feet were sore after work. Fucking work killed her physically, but thats beside the point.

Taking another swig of the bottle of wine, she immediately took a hit of her nicotine to chase the alcohol-taste. Lif was one of those people who hated the taste of vodka and other liquer, but lived the feeling of being drunk. She wasn't quite like her mom, who lived beer and straight vodka.

Lif looked at the time and sighed. It was 10:28 pm. She, for a rare time, wasn't super stressed about anything. Or atleast, anything that really mattered. Perhaps things were going to be okay, atleast for a little while.

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