but whats the point

01

Everything is really fuzzy right now. When she walks she feels like she's floating. Her mind is dizzy and nothing makes sense. Its working.

The fog lasts for several more seconds, but then its gone. She's back in reality, and to her, that's a prison. Looking down at the lighter fluid drenched cloth, she wishes she had money. Something that could provide her with a more damning high. A more dangerous rush in which she thinks she's dying, and she doesn't care.

"Shit!"

She hears a car door slam in the driveway. She grabs the fluids container, rushing to get it out of sight. Spraying air freshener around the room to mask the smell, she starts to run up the stairs. One of her socks snags on a nail in the stairs, and she bashes onto the ground, feeling the gashes on her thighs reopen. It hurts like hell, but she knows she can't get caught. As she hears the garage door open she dashed towards her bedroom, slamming the door as she hears her drunken mother enter.

"Audrey! Ah shi- AUDREY! Why is there a plastic bowl on the floor! For fucks sake you would think I wouldn't have to deal with this shit as soon as I get home."

"That's the dog food bowl, mom," she sighs in reply. She knows this routine all too well. Suddenly her mother burst into her room.

"Well if its a bowl for food then why isn't there any food in it, you idiot?" Audrey's mother slurred.

"Its because you haven't bought any more since we ran out," Audrey just wanted this to be over.
If I wanted, I could just bash her head in. She's too drunk to fight back.
Audrey pushed the though aside.

"Oh what-ever. Zach is going to be here soon. Don't interupt us."

She knew where this was leading. In about ten minutes there was going to be loud, drunken giggling, followed by moaning, slaps, and even some screams. It was something that occurred every other night, if not more. And Audrey was sick of it.

Zach was a stereotypical douche. He was a junior at the community college, even though Audeys mom was 46. He had no job, just leeched whatever he could out of his friends and Audeys mother. He spent most of his time playing COD and drinking Mountain Dew and beer. He reeked of more Axe cologne than a middle school boy. And he never stoked talking about WWE. Not only that, but he grobed and flirted with Audrey on almost a daily basis. Grasping her ass, twirling her hair, and sometimes just straight up asking for sex. He also sometimes got drunk with Audeys mom, in which I'm those situations he would get really violent. He would punch, kick, name call and even throw things at Audey, and of course her mother found it hilarious. And this was most likely going to happen tonight.

So Audrey prepared for the up coming events. She plugged her headphones into her phone, and loaded up her Spotify account. mrc-panic! was her username, and it haunted her, because the "r" was in the wrong place. She hot shuffle on her "Pissed Off" playlist, and listened as Goner by Twenty Øne Piløts blasted st full volume into her ears. She felt the Flor shake as what she assumes was her front door opening. So she crawled under her cover, and melted into her mattress as the music consumed her.

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Hi guys! I hope you like this chapter, even though I know its really short. I'm just trying this out to see if any of you guys like this. Comment on any thoughts or suggestions you have. Thanks for reading!