midnight |c.c imagines

she was incurable

ι αм αɴ αlcoнolιc. i started to write. in a small journal my therapist gave me. i didn't want to write but i was so bored without being able to taste at least a bit of booze.

ғυcĸ do ι нaтe мy тнerapιѕт. do ι нaтe тнaт ι can'т нave мy daмn мojιтo. тoday ιѕ мy ғιrѕт day oғ aa. alcoнolιcѕ anonyмoυѕ wнιcн ѕнιт, ι can'т even ғυcĸιng go тo jaιl agaιn.. ιммa leave now.

i tossed the book on my bed and slipped on my jacket, heading out of my small apartment. i lit up a cigarette and thanked god that i could smoke one of these.

i used to mix tobacco and booze. bad choices you can say but such a kick ass feeling. i felt bad ass.

my eyes met the building with a faded sign in front saying "aa" in bold letters. i shrugged and dragged my feet into the building.

there was a far room in the left side of the corner with chairs aligned in rows and facing the stage. what a thriller. i thought dully. i sighed a bit too loudly, gaining the attention of four types of drinkers i like to call them.

the first one was. the emotional drinker.

she has light blond and brownish hair down there her below her chest. she had a kind and warm looking face, like she wasn't supposed to be here. but she clearly did as i spotted the dark circles under her eyes and the streaks that her tears tattooed on her cheek.

i gave her somewhat of a sympathetic smile.

my eyes panned over to the girl just staring back at me. i chuckled. she was the attention seeker drinker.

she smiled at me but i didn't return one back. she had similar hair as the last one but a bit shorter. her skin was a caramel shade and and she just looked at me with a slight glare.

i gave her a sly smirk alongside a wink.

she blushed but my attention was already at the next drunkie in the room. she was the i won something so let's drink drinker.

you could tell that her chocolate skin was radiating with pride. she was certainly proud of herself for some reason. the shape of her amazing body indicated me that she was probably a dancer. i gave her a small congratulatory nod on her big win.

that's when i heard ungrateful mumbling a few seats away from me. i took in my curiosity and a porcelain white girl with emerald eyes sat there, an unlit cigarette in between her lips. she was angry. she dug through her jacket and pockets and sighed in defeat.

i smiled amusingly and pulled out a cigarette and lit it up with my lighter. i puffed a few smokes before i gave her a whistle to grab her attention. i smugly threw her the lighter as she caught it and lit up the cigarette

"thanks." she mumbled, throwing it back after her satisfaction was lit up. i chuckled at our similarities. we were the same type of drinker.

the incurable

i closed my eyes and sighed into the smoke. a few unknowns walked in when i finally was feeling a bit decent after the withdrawal. that's when i felt someone yank the bud from in between my lips.

my eyes met brown ones looking down at me. i looked at her in confusion. "uh may i help you." i asked. she gave me a disappointed look which tripped me out even more.