Wake the Dead

chapter 55

I am currently laying on Daryl's couch, staring up at the ceiling, my mind blank as ever. My hand is still throbbing from punching that stupid mailbox after getting in that shit fight with my dad, but the ice Daryl gave me was starting to help.

I was still buzzed from all the weed and alcohol, plus, the drugs Merle gave me were starting to take affect. I could put of reality for a little bit longer now, but anger still coursed through my veins.

I'm not sure what time it is, but it's starting to get lighter outside, so its probably very early in the morning. Either way, I don't plan on going home anytime soon.

I got up off the couch, feeling the drugs kick in and energy and rage fill me up. I quickly left their house, not worrying about getting stopped because Daryl was picking Merle up from Craig's at the moment. I didn't want either one of their pity and needed to get some serious steam off so I didn't hesitate when I got out the door to start running down the street. The feeling of the brisk wind whip against my face, hair, and jacket made me feel more buzzed.

I ran for a little bit more, but stopped with heavy breaths when I found my destination. I looked at the empty house along with the overflowing trash bags in it's lawn. This house had been for sale for what seems like forever and just ended up were a bunch of people dumped their trash. Normally I would have been annoyed with the people that did that, but right now I was glad.

I quickly grabbed one of the trash bags on the ground and went inside, picking the lock on the door. I gently dumped out the trash bag in the middle of the empty living room, seeing multiple glass beer bottles pour out.

I tossed the trash bag and took out my phone, turning on my music full blast. The first song that came on was Do I Wana Know? by Arctic Monkeys.

I tied my hair up and stripped off my jacket, throwing it to the side. I picked up the first two bottles and breathed in deeply before I chucked them one by one at the walls, watching them shatter everywhere. I continued to throw them in anger, thinking of everything bad in my life and shattering it on the wall.

The loud music was pumping through my veins along with the sound of the glass shattering. Whatever drugs I was on were making everything more vivid and exciting as my energy was making my hands shake.

My make-up was smearing from angry tears as I grabbed more bottles, holding them above my head as I moved my hips to the music, then leaned forward, chucking them across the room.

It seemed as if the bottles were shattering in slow motion while my heart beat was loud and strong in my ears. I grabbed another bottle, holding it at my side as I looked around at what I've done, breathing heavily. This was fucking amazing.

I had the feeling some one was watching me and was proven correct when I could barely make out silent footsteps over the music. "How'd you find me?" I asked, not looking behind me.

"Knew ya wouldn't be at home and heard the music, so I figured ya be here." Daryl's voice called out from behind me. "Plus, ya ain't the only one who's had this idea." He referred to himself. I had noticed that there was glass already all over the house, but I didn't think too much on it.

I chuckled and heard Daryl walked over, standing next to me. I held out the bottle that was in my hand to him, which he took, accidentally brushing his hand against mine.

I bent down and grabbed another bottle for myself and looked over at Daryl who was looking right back at me. No words were needed to be said as we looked into each others eyes. We both almost had devious smirks on our faces as we turned and chucked the bottles, making them shatter on the wall simultaneously.