Lynx's pov
When the day is over. (Monday)
I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling that is almost unseeable in the darkness, thinking about my day. I take a long exhale and feel my body fill up with more stress, it's midnight now which means I really need to sleep if I'm going to work tomorrow.
But I can't, I'm feeling like I'm forgetting something that happened, something that stressed me out all day and now I can't remember.
I lean over to my end table that should have a full packet of cigarettes on but it was empty, I didn't realise I've been chain smoking them out of stress.
I sit up and pull my legs over the side of the bed in nothing but a pair of hipster boxer shorts and walked out of the room, my unused legs slightly tremble as I walk.
I go downstairs to the kitchen and turn on the light, the brightness hurting my tierd blue eyes as I scan the cupboards for any thing that can help me sleep.
I find some pills that were prescribed for sleep and take two with a shot of water.
After taking them, I find a fresh pack of 'lambert and butler' and a bottle of jack Daniels, I sit down on the floor, my back pressed against the cool fridge door.
I take a quick swig of whisky and then remember what was keeping me up, Andy asking me out. I take another, longer swig before considering my options.
I grab a lighter from the top of the microwave and light a cig
"Why would he want me? I'm just a supervisor who's an alcoholic that smokes a lot. Does he like that kind of stuff?" I can feel the pills starting to kick in but fight back my drowsiness and take another long swig, downing half of the bottle.
My head buzzes and I struggle to keep the ciggy in my mouth so I put it out in my ashtray and drink the rest of the bottle before I pass out on the kitchen floor.
~morning/ afternoon the next day.~
I wake up to a throbbing pain In my head, my bare back pressed against the cold hardwood kitchen floor. Dragging myself upstairs with a pack of paracetamol, I collapse onto my bed face first.
I grab my iphone and turn to my side to play on it, going on snapchat, taking a picture with the caption -hungover- and post it.
I go on tumbler and then into chat. It's probably time to message Andy.
( - is Lynx ~ is Andy)
-hey-
~hey...~
-how u?-
~not in school, u?~
-you shouldn't skyve, very hungover.-
~u in school?~
-no, I just woke up.-
~DUDE! School finishes in an hour XD~
-yeah ik, I was thinking...-
~? Of what?~
-what you said yesterday...-
~and?~
-you promise that you won't tell anyone?-
~I swear on my life~
-if you don't tell anyone... Then yes. But we have to be careful-
~UHHRRMAAGGAAWWD~
-ha lol-
~R U FOR REAL?! 😱~
-um...yeah 🙃😇-
~can I get your number?~
-+44 ***6 *****0-
~okay hold on... Mine is
+44 ***3 ****5~
-phones ringing gtg x-
~bye x~
I throw myself out of bed and grab the house phone.
"hello."
"Hi, why hasn't, mr. Lynx copper Attended today for work?"
"Family emergency, my sisters is in the hospital and I have to look after her kids."
"Okay, be in tomorrow. Bye"
"Bye"
To be honest I pretty much slept for the rest of the day....
TS****
Break time next day. (Tuesday)
