ʟᴀ ᴛʀɪᴩ // 𝐠𝐧𝐫

6 - Painless

A/N: This chapter it's written with "Narrator's POV". I never wrote on this style but I wanna try it anyway. So yeah.

Narrator's POV

Lisbon, Portugal. July, 1989

It's been a year and two months since Effy received those beautiful orchids and those delicious liquor chocolates. I wish I could say that everything is in the same way when the boys came and when they left. Everything changed. Everything Effy knew disappeared.

Three months after Effy met the famous boys, there was a big fire in Chiado. It burned stores, offices, houses. It destroyed everything. And Effy saw it all. The fire didn't burn the store where she worked, giving her the change to escape, with everything around her burning.

After the fire, Effy was in shock. She didn't believe she was alive. She didn't believe she went out of a fired unharmed, without a wound, not a single cut on her body to mark her for the rest of her life. What Effy didn't know is that the wounds, the cuts, weren't outside, on her body, but inside, in her mind.

The fire left damages on her; it left her with a depression. Depression is not a new thing for Effy. She had it before. And the only thing that gave her a reason to live and not to give up on her life, it's gone. It's all gone.

Effy gave up on everything. She doesn't have a job and she doesn't bother to find one. It has been her parents who paid her rents and have given her money for food. What they don't know is that Effy doesn't eat anymore. The money which is supposed to be for food, it has been for booze, coke, weed and cigarettes.

Her house looks like a dark hole full of dirt. She doesn't open the windows, the rooms don't know what light is anymore and she doesn't even bother to clean. She says that her house is now a representation of her. And it's true; Effy does look like crap, like shit. Her skin is paler than a white wall; it looks sick and not healthy. Her eyes are darker than they used to be, they aren't bright anymore, they've lost their shine. And she's skinnier than ever, she has lost at least half of her weight.

The front door is open, revealing a tall silhouette and a painful yellow light for Effy's eyes. The silhouette comes in and closes the door, making Effy sight in relief because her eyes aren't in pain anymore.

"I'm bringing what you've asked." Sally's voice echoes through the silent and dark room. She kneels in front of Effy's body, which is curled into a ball with arms around legs, back against the wall and chin rested on knees.

"Thanks" Her voice cracks. This is all that is said. The room is filled with silence again. Sally hands her a little plastic bag with white powder on it. Effy grabs it and drops the coke on the coffee table and before starts making lines, she lights up a candle to see what she's doing. Some moments after Effy snorts it all, Sally's voice is heard again.

"Look, The Antarctic Beasts are going on tour..." Sally starts, she's nervous with the possible reaction from her friend. But Effy doesn't react. She doesn't care about anything. She doesn't feel anything. Her eyes are full of pain, pain that she doesn't feel anymore. She discovered that if she stoped caring, it stoped hurting. Effy is an empty person now. No feelings, no emotions, no pain.

"Good for them. That's good; finally you will be far away from that dick." Effy shrugs. Instead I was thinking, Effy does care, she cares about her friend. Sally and Alex started dating a month after the fire. That made her piss off. She hates the guys and she knows he cheats on Sally, but Sally refuses to accept that fact. Effy tried to open her eyes, but her friend denied. Effy doesn't understand why, but she also doesn't know that her friend doesn't give a shit about him now, all she cares about in this moment and all she has cared about in the past few months is Effy, her best friend.