Forever (Nathan Sykes FF)

Drowning My Sorrows

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE At The End.

-Jazmyn.

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March 21st, 2014.

"You need to stop now." Justin hissed.

"NO!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Yes! Now give me-" He reached towards me.

"No! Stop! Get away from me!" I screamed as he tried to take away the bottle from my cold hands.

"LOOK AT YOU!" He pointed.

"Your eyes are blood shot red, you keep shaking like a mad person! Look at what you've become!"

"BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" I screamed.

"THEN WHOS IS IT?!?" He yelled back. Anger flew through me as if electricity shot my every nerve.

"HIM!" I yelled.

"Who-" He stopped himself. Shocked was written across his face. I went across the living room and grabbed a frame from under my couch.

"NATHAN!!!" I yelled, my chest rising up and down with all the breaths I was taking.

"HE DID THIS!!" I threw the frame at the wall, followed by my bottle of Vodka, not before I took a swig from it.

*1 month before. April 28th.*

"AHHHH!!!!" I cried in pain as I hugged my stomach. The pain was back but no one was here to take care of me. They were busy.

They told me to call them but I don't want to seem like I'm helpless.

Putting my elbows on the bed, I tried to prop myself up so I can at least sit up. The pain was worse but I managed to stand up. I grabbed my head as I was greeted with black spots covering my vision. It soon faded and I sighed.

I stood up to fast.

I walked over to the door but not before clutching my stomach and crying out of pain.

I walked slowly down the stairs and made my way over to the refrigerator. I reached my hand to the top of the refrigerator as I searched for the pills. Once I found them, I twisted the top off, revealing a brownish red colored pills. Taking 3, I held onto my stomach.

Fucking Nathan.

I opened the fridge for water but my eyes landed on the Vodka.

"I-It... draws... the p-pain away, right?" I cringed as I picked it up. I placed the pills in my mouth and drank from the bottle.

I crashed on the couch as I hugged the bottle of Vodka like a broken hearted person.

Oh wait. I kind of am.

I took a sip or maybe a gulp. Maybe 10 more gulps. At least until I was out. The pain was gone and I felt empty without the alcohol.

I sprinted towards the fridge to see if I have more but I was out.

"Shiiit." I slurred.

"VERONICA?!" I heard someone yell.

"WHAT???" I yelled. Justin came in and I immediately attacked him with a hug.

"CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGTAPH?!" I yelled as I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"What?" He questioned as he carried me towards the living room.