The Intricate Details of Rory Winters

Chapter 1- Rory Winters and the Terribly Bad Day.

Breakdowns weren't fun. Especially not when your boyfriend of over a year cheats on you. The ice cream and Netflix binge were underway but my eyes continuously betrayed me with escaping tears. I knew I shouldn't cry over him. Crying over a boy, especially Kory Dirkwood was pathetic. Especially when his name was Kory Dirkwood. To remove another notch from my belt, he didn't even become a stereotype. The girl he was with was actually a really quiet, studious, Honour Role person, not the slutty cheerleader I had hoped. At least then he could've contracted an STD as karma.

I hadn't moved from the couch in about three hours. A crusty pizza was left over, sadly not even an ordered one, my mom loved the cheap, frozen ones from Walmart. It was suffice to say, today sucked major ass. Blankets were tucked around me as I nestled into my cocoon of warmth, the television playing the ultimate sob movie- Love Rosie. A good cry was all I needed before I moved onto the hoe life to forget Kory Dirkwood.

A sudden knock on the door emitted a groan from my top end of the cocoon. I was not assed to get up, but the persistent knocking made me weary of the assumed serial killer. Where was Dr Spencer Reed when you needed him?

We lived in a minuscule, one bedroom apartment with a luxurious double bed seeping out of it. Quite literally, you weren't able to shut the door and had to crawl over the railing to get into the actual bed.  It was the obstacle course of my childhood. Of course, the couch was my main place of residue, typically my mom had a new man over every other day, and I was not about to sleep in that bed unless the sheets were washed. Our life was messy, we were broke, and our apartment block had quite a reputation for murders, but it was home. I loved it.

The clock had passed eleven and I knew mom should've been home by then. She had promised to not go to the bar after work, instead to stay in and have a girly evening and a good sob. I knew her life wasn't easy, working two jobs and attempting to support a child on her own was no simplistic life. I know she often wished I wasn't born, everything would've worked out if I wasn't.

I was hopeful the persistent knocking was her arriving home, maybe just having one too many shots or loosing her keys. Our door didn't have a peep hole, just an empty circle with paper we shoved through, to stop Gerard, the 'friendly' neighbour from looking in. I understood the risks, opening the door late at night in a super dodgy area with literally no protection, but hey what's a girl gonna do.

Upon opening the door I realised it was the police. This was exceptionally strange, maybe mom tried stealing again or got too hammered. My heart pounded as I saw their grim faces, my mother not in sight.

"Rory Winters?" The male policeman asked. He was burly and I could see the vague hesitation on his face- clearly he was not about to deliver good news.

"Yeah, that's me. What's wrong?" I was attempting to keep calm, my usual overthinking was not helpful, especially in this situation.

"Your mother- I don't know how to say this, but she had a drug overdose. She's in critical condition, we have to take you down to the station immediately."

My heart froze. Sure, I knew mom was a druggie, but she always promised it was just medicinal. When her mother, my grandmother, had passed from a dodgy ecstasy pill, mom swore she'd stop anything hardcore. I couldn't believe she lied to me. But my anger was short lived as I rushed to get ready before joining the officers.

They informed me to pack a light bag, not needing to bring the majority of my stuff. Hopefully, mom should be out tomorrow and face court in the next few months with a light sentencing. It wasn't her first time with the cops, I knew the routine by now.

As we went down the stairs (the lift was just an empty hole) the weight of the situation began to set in. My mom had gone off the rails a few times, but well, she was the adult. Who was I to tell her how to live?

The somber journey was playing havoc on my nerves, my anxious stomach ached with worry. The cops couldn't tell me much about my mom, only that the drugs she was using were Class A. So when she became okay, prison was a likely sentence. This sucked. The radio was playing some tinny pop music that just hurt my head and leather seats were sickly warm.

"Miss Winters?" A voice questioned as we made our way through the hospital doors, disinfectant wafting through the air.

"That's me. Is my mom alright?" My frantic, breathless self replied.

"I'm afraid your mother is in critical condition. After pumping her stomach and placing her in a medically induced coma, we cannot do much else but hope. Her heart rate is changing constantly, giving us unclear signs of her position." The female doctor was empathetic, an apologetic smile plastered on her face. She just have seen hundreds of people die- why would my mom even matter to her.

"Do you know what she took? I know she has a history with drugs but I never knew it was this dangerous. She told me it was just medical marijuana." My mom had outright lied to me, something we both prided ourselves on never doing. We were more best friends than mother-daughter.

"Honestly, we still cannot be sure of what exactly she took. Traces of cocaine and LSD were discovered however she also drank a large amount of alcohol which also played an important part in her current condition. It seems many drugs were mixed to highly dangerous quantities and it is a miracle she isn't dead by now." The doctor patted my arm as a device on her white coat beeped. "If you choose to wait here overnight we can contact you immediately with any updates." She scurried away and I was once again left to retreat into my own bubble with two sympathetic cops rubbing my back.

A/N
Okay so wow that was the first chapter! Obviously I want to slowly graduate to longer chapters with frequent updates but I'm sure my like two followers won't care !! So yeah be a dear and hit that follow button loves because I'm desperate af and not afraid to admit it :))) 
Drugs and alcohol will be reoccurring themes, violence will also probs be included so heads up if you can't stomach that sorta stuff. Also this won't be one of those quiet, shy girl type of stories, I'm frankly kinda tired of reading the same old characters and plot so I said I'd attempt something a bit more crazy and out there. Hope y'all enjoy, leave a comment if you want me to love you forever !!