Third Moon (Book 3 in The Awakening Trilogy)

13: Shatter Me (Part One)

ELIZABETH

I run a hand through my hair and take a deep breath. I flip the channel on the TV and close my eyes leaning my head back. The same thing echoing through my head. I shut the TV off and stand up walking to the kitchen. I rummage through the cupboards and grab a bottle of whiskey. I pop the cap off and chug it effortlessly. I grab another and do the same. I can barely feel the burn any more. I finish off another bottle and throw it against the wall, glass shattering and hitting the floor. I grab another bottle and down it, over and over, bottle after bottle, practically drowning myself in hard liquor. I look it the cupboard at the last bottle. I grab it and sadly smile, tears threatening my eyes.

"Always and forever right?" My voice cracks and I slide down the wall. I take the cap off and tilt the top of the bottle toward the sky, as if making a toast. I down half the bottle then stare at the ground, everything blurred with tears. I chug the rest of the bottle and throw it against the other wall, glass sparkling like diamonds. I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. I stand up and walk toward the bedroom. I open the closet and drag the safe out. It stood about my height, three foot wide, black steel two inches thick, full of liquor. I put the combination in and open it. I grab a bottle of whiskey and sit on the bed. I pop the top and chug it. I set it on the nightstand and lay back. I run my hands through my hair and close my eyes. I open my eyes and sit up grabbing another bottle. Is this what it's come to? Drowning myself in alcohol? Downing bottle after bottle? I pop the top and sigh. I take it all down then throw it against the floor. I start downing them again, one by one, waiting until the bottom of every bottle. Shattered glass and bottle top on the floor around me, surrounding a pool of tears. I grab the last bottle and walk into the living room. I grab a piece of paper and a pen before I pop the top off the bottle. I take a quick hit and start writing.

If you're reading this, you know just about what happened. Honestly, I gave up. I'm weak, I'm a bloody coward. Don't worry, I'm fine, maybe a little broken, but I'm fine. I've just about finished off every bottle in this house. Find me, if you want, it'll be bloody hell, but you can try. I'm sorry that I'm this way, but it's who I bloody am. I might've drowned myself in Whiskey, but I can't wash away the pain. I'll be fine, I mean I always am.

~You Know Who I Am

I take the last drink of the bottle and drop it on the ground watching the glass shatter into a million tiny pieces. I sigh and start walking out the door, leaving it open. The sun burns my eyes and I bringing my arm up until I adjust. I step off the porch and start toward the woods. My feet slightly dragging with every step. I inhale slowly through my nose, letting it out through my mouth. Leaves crunch beneath my bare feet, my hands dragging against the bark of trees as I pass through. My head hung low, tears still fighting their way out. This is probably my fault. The lot of them know how I am. It's just what I do, who I am, who I was. It's not the same anymore. I'm not the same anymore. I'll never be the same. Not without him. I fall to my knees at the edge of the cliff and hang my head.