Why Me?

CHAPTER 1~ A Day in The Life of A Druggie

I open my eyes, only to see a mixture of colours before my eyes. Usually, when I have a hangover, things aren't this blurry.

"Jeeze," I heard a familiar voice say. "How much did you have to drink last night Zoey?"

It was my Mum, I could tell it was her feminine voice no matter what state I was in. I walk over to my full-length mirror and rub my eyes to try and get them to focus properly. No such luck.

"I brought you a glass of water Zoey." My mother started again, but I cut her off before she could finish. "Piss off Mum! Since when do you give a shit about me these days? Just leave me alone! I have a fucking headache!" I screamed the last bit in what I assumed was the shape of her face, and heard her shut the door quietly and walk back down stairs.

'Deep breaths now, Zoey.' The voice in my head complained. 'Do you remember what happened last time?' Oh, I sure remember. It was November last year and my friends' sweet sixteen. She'd had a party at the yaht club, near the wharf on a Friday night. Everything was going as planned, until i passed out drunk. The next morning I woke up with a killer hangover and a fractured wrist. I'd yelled at Mum because she woke me up flushing the toilet, I'd yelled harsh things to her and made her cry. The next time I saw her, her wrists were bleeding, and there were three needles on the floor. I couldn't take her to the hospital, she'd get locked up or something. And if they saw me, I'd probably lose her for good. So I wrapped her wrists up and disposed of the used needles and any others I could find, and nursed her back to health. All the while, I was still drinking and smoking. My troubled Mum didn't help my addiction at all.

Since then I haven't yelled at her once. Well, until today.

I walked, well, more like fell down the stairs and stumbled towards my mother. She was sitting on a kitchen chair, looking out the window. As soon as she saw me, her eyes widened in fright and worry, and she ran towrds me at full speed. In an instant, I was on a chair and a glass of water in my hand.

"Drink." She said, nodding towards the glass. "It'll only do you good."

I did as she said, and five glasses later, my headache was almost gone and my mouth was no longer dry. Well, duh! I stood up as best I could and wrapped my arms around my Mum.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you,Mummy," I said, tears pooling behind my eyes. "I'm really, really sorry."

"Shhh, Zoey." My Mum said in a soft, soothing tone. She stroked my back and my hair, already staring to make me feel better. "I forgive you." She took a step back and looked at me, studying my features and wellbeing. "Will you be alright to come for a walk with me? Some fresh air will-" I finished her sentence off for her, seeing as though she'd said it so many times that I knew when it was comming. "It'll only do me good, I know Mum." She smiled and said, "That's my girl."

So I walked back to my room a little more smoothly that time, and looked in my wadrobe for some clean-ish clothesto wear while walking with Mum. I ended up slipping on some black trackies, a light blue tank top and my runners. On our way out, I shrugged on my favourate midnight jacket. I walked down the little stone footpath, side by side with my darling Mum. And once we hit the concrete side-walk, we were off.

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HEYA AGAIN MY DARLINGS! SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS SO SHORT, BUT I AM REALLY BUSY WITH . . . ERR . . . STUFFS! SO I HAVENT BEEN THROUGH IT TO CHECK FOR MISTAKES SO BARE THAT IN MIND YEAH? THANKYOU FOR READING, AND REMEMBER THAT I ACCEPT BAD FEEDBACK! THANX AGAIN!