Zero Out || M.C.

Four

The past week went by way too fast for my liking. Just six nights of stupid parties and pointless hookups. I figured I would spend my last week of freedom doing what I have spent the last three years doing. Because why not.

I couldn't wait to self medicate tonight and just get to sleep so that I could wake up tomorrow and get the shitty day over with. Because like my mother always told me, "You must be on your best behavior an look your best the day you meet your soul mate". Right Mother, because I honestly cared so much. If we were meant to be then he would love me for the bitch that I am, because let's face it, I am a big bitch and I wasn't ashamed. How else was a girl supposed to survive.

I walked over to the liquor cabinet I had in my kitchen and grabbed a bottle of peppermint schnapps and a glass. While walking over to the coffee table I filled the glass and plopped down on my couch. Not only was I planning on doing absolutely nothing tonight but this, but I was also alone for the first time in forever. Ashton had to go back home for the weekend for his little sisters birthday. This was the first time in months that I had spent the night alone. It was still early and I already didn't like it. All the more reason to drink away the pain and loneliness.

Cheers to the night!

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Next thing I knew I was laying in the middle of a field, surrounded by flowers, my bright red hair sprawled out around me. I took a few deep breaths before realizing there was something in my hand, or someone. I looked down realizing that I had another hand intertwined with mine. I looked back up from the hand, dragging my eyes up the mysterious persons arm till I reached the face. It was a guy. A guy I had never seen before. His lips were so plump and pink. His eyes such a bright color of green. they were so beautiful and I was mesmerized by them. But what stood out the most was his hair. It was a bright purple color with different shades of blue. It almost looked like a painting of a galaxy of some sort. It was so beautiful to look at and I couldn't seem to peel my eyes away from it. There was no doubt in my mind this guy was attractive. More than attractive...he was...wait, who was this guy and why is he here? Why am I here? How did I even get here? What the fuck was going on?

An unfamiliar voice broke me from my panicked thoughts. "I love you Romie." the voice echoed through the field. His voice wasn't from here. It had an accent. But I couldn't quite figure out where he was from. It was a very attractive accent though and I felt like I could listen to it for forever. Why was I so attracted to this guy?

"Stop. Stop. Stop" I continued to say the words over and over at the sensation that flood over my body. It felt like I was being attacked by feathers. A feeling that I had ants crawling all over me. "Stop. Stop. Stop." I repeated the words again.

Suddenly I was gasping for air and I shot open my eyes realizing it had all been a dream. What a fucked up dream. I really have to stop drinking myself to sleep. Next thing I knew I was being tickled to death on the couch. It took me a while to realize that's probably what the tingling sensation was that woke me up.

"Jesus Romie! Calm down" Ashton's voice broke me from my paralyzed state. Wait why was Ashton here? Wasn't he supposed to be back at his mom's house?

"Ashton what the fuck are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with your sister?" I said popping up from the couch to hug him.

He stumbled back from the force of my body against his and started chuckling. "Uh ya I came back early. I couldn't leave you alone today. I knew how hard it would be on you." he let go of me and pulled away from the hug as he looked down at the empty bottle of schnapps laying on the table as his eyes grew wide. " And clearly last night was hard for you too." he joked.