Dipsomaniac

Chapter 2- Astronaut

So I'll be doing this thing where the P.O.V's are switched every chapter between Arielle and James So here it comes.

Song on the side, Astronaut by Simple Plan

|Chapter 2|*Astronaut*|

I'm deafened by the silence

Is it something that I've done?

I know that there are millions

I can't be the only one who's so disconnected

It's so different in my head.

Can anybody tell me why I'm lonely like a satellite?

Astronaut- Simple Plan

James P.O.V

Earlier in the night.

In my drunken haze, I stumbled inside the house around three am in the morning where I saw my father standing at the top of the chocolate colored staircase in this huge mansion. What was the point of something so big, something so materialistic when no one lived in it? An empty place. I always wondered what I was doing living in a castle-like mansion where no one could hear my screams and sense my fears.

I held onto the stair rails as I climbed up the stairs moving from side to side my vision dizzy and hazy. I probably had more than ten shots tonight and it was enough to get me drunk and make me forget what happened.

“James!” A voice yelled from the top of the staircase.

I cringed, “Can’t you talk in a softer tone? I’m drunk you know.” I smirked at my obvious statement. As if I didn’t look drunk walking around like a druggie.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk about. Don’t you think it’s about time this act of yours stop?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

I laughed a bitter laugh. “What act John? The one where I have to walk around with a smile on my face so everybody thinks I’m happy.” I hesitated for a while as I lost my balance on the stairs.

“Don’t you THINK for a second that I could ever forget what happened that night because I sure as hell can’t.” I spit out, “So you can stop being such a hypocrite and heed your own words for once.” I pushed past him as I finally reached the top of the stairs and headed towards my room.

“James.” He yelled out.

“What?” I threw over my shoulder.

“Your mother wouldn’t have wanted”

I whipped my head towards him and threw the crystal clear vase from the table to the ground as it shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces just like my heart did two years ago.

“You fucking asshole. Don’t you dare mention her and don’t you even think about what she would have wanted.” I glared at him and retreated back to my room.

Four hours later, I was in the office waiting for my new social worker to show up. She had called a couple of times over the summer break demanding for me to show up on the first day of school to meet her. She said if I didn’t then things could become worse. Reluctantly I had agreed. Now that I was here sitting at this very office awaiting her arrival, I seemed even more hesitant to meet her. What kind of social worker threatens their own client? A bitchy one who loved to sleep in. I glanced at the black and white clock on the grey wall. 7:10 am. Where the fuck was she? If she wanted to leave an impression so bad, she should have never demanded my presence.