Pain. Dark. Cold.
Pain. Dark. Cold.
Pain. Dark. Cold.
Sound. Noise.
Cold.
Noise.
Stop.
Silence.
Head. Spinning. Spinning.
Head.
Silence.
Dark.
♤♤♤
Light. Demon.
Demon. Smoke.
Stand up. Car. Walk. Drag.
Room. Water. Light.
♤♤♤
I was dragged out of the tight, dark space. The demon held me by my shoulders. Laughing, smoking.
I was contained in an all white room with a glass of water in front of me.
Table. Head. Spinning. Pain.
Phone. Chair. Sit. Sit. Shit. Shout.
Eyes. Eyes shut. Dark. Eyes open. Smile. Drink.
Water. Red water. Red water. Bottle.
Ice. Bottle. Wine.
♤♤♤
Headache. Wine. Drink. Demon.
I'd finished two bottles. It was dark outside.
Surrounded in smoke.
He continued to laugh. Smile. Picture. Picture. Flash.
♤♤♤
I couldn't stand. I could barely sit up. Pill. Smoke. Smile.
♤♤♤
Slam. Door.
Demon. Demon. Demon.
Slam. Smile. Bottle. Red water. Smile. Red water. Smile.
Flash.
Black.
♤♤♤
I lifted my head. My whole vision was distorted. I must have passed out on the table.
There was a bottle of red wine in my fist. I gazed upon the table. Dozens of photos of me were splashed across it. Me drowsy, drunk and dosed.
'PRETTY LITTLE BOYFRIEND.' was written in bright red marker across the white table.
♤♤♤
I staggered to my feet. My head was pounding against my skull and my whole body was numb.
The room was empty. Just me, the photos and bottle.
I didn't understand.
How did I end up here?
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Not In Love With Liam
Teen Fiction18 year old university student, Noah Oquaye, finds herself crossing paths with her 'high-school sweetheart' Liam Lawrence on campus, but she's got a lot on her plate and is still dealing with her feelings for someone else. Noah tries not to fall in...
