Last_Mami-Bambi

Drunk and In Love (day 3 of 5)

Jacob lay paralyzed as the alarm clock on the nightstand next to him ring. His eyes slowly leaked tears, and his face warming up the salty water from crying last night.

Jacob was crying last night about his dream. He woke up from it at about 4 am, and saw the giant teddy bear he bought Adym but never gave to him. Then, nothing could hold back the tears.

(Jacob is pictured above)

The alarm clock rang about 5 times before Jacob suddenly flailed his arm to hit the snooze button. He still laid there for about 30 minutes. By then it was 9:10 and Jacob was late for what he called his job. Along with being a musical.ly endorser, he recorded music, went to and hyped up social events, and sometimes uploaded to YouTube. So, he was a Social Mediest?

Usually he'd wake up at about 8, then chill and get ready for the day by 9 o'clock. After that, he'd edit, search for new ideas, film, or watch YouTube videos for his channel. Then after however long that took -depending on the circumstances- he'd vlog. When he finished, he'd just chill and do things that needed to be done.

But today, Jacob felt so drained he didn't do anything. Jacob finally got out of bed. He walked into his bathroom dreading seeing himself in the mirror. He did his business, and made a cowardous venture to the mirror. He looked up at himself. Jacob absorbed his appearance -stubbly, crusty, slightly disheveled and tear stained face; messy, wild child sandy brown hair; sad, dazed, and bloodshot green eyes; encased in depression and a tacky, old army green housecoat- and started to shed a tear.

Jacob's done this many times before. He'd just stare into a mirror at himself, and either admire himself, question himself, or stress himself through the tears. When he looked into a mirror -usually moments/circumstances like this- he would get depressed. He'd ask himself questions about why he was even adopted? What did they see in him that was so eye catching? He'd wonder why he didn't just snatch the chord on his Life Support? Why was he so imperfect? and worst of all: Why couldn't his brother have killed him?

Jacob thought about these things. It was freaky how long he'd sit and do it, too. One time, he sat for so long, HIs first adopting family took him to an Asylum. But this one was brief.... ish. He thought he saw Adym.

He didn't. He'd always had casual hallucinations. More so when he was stressed -like now- and didn't get enough sleep -also like now. One time when he was in the orphanage, he'd thought he saw a white horse with red eyes pulling along a black chariot. The chariot reeked of dead bodies -somehow he could smell too- and as it rode past an arm -like the girl from the Ring's arm- tried to grab him by the neck. Later that night, he dreamed he was trapped in a forest with what could be classified as Death's daughter. And in the morning, one of the minister's bodies was found decomposing under a bed in a chest, and Jacob had bruises on his neck and calves.

Jacob started to cry, but didn't. He thought about Adym though. He thought about him to a point that'd usually stress him out as much as Adym had gotten, but he didn't. He just stood with watery eyes and after malicious voices of himself talked him down, he'd riled up the courage to not cry thinking: "This isn't what Adym would want." Then he put on some deodorant and clothes -no shower- and went straight to the kitchen cabinet farthest back.

Jacob grabbed the nearest bottle, pried off the cap, and guzzled it's contents. He'd be sorry for doing that later, but for now he just masked the pain from the buzz he was getting. Jacob grabbed another bottle -making sure not to mix the grains, malts, and fermented- and haphazardly made his way to his bedroom.

He crashed on his bed. He grabbed an orange pill bottle. Molly and Xannies. He risked his life by not paying attention to how much he took. 3 mollies and 2 xannies, and downed them with the rest of the first bottle. Vodka. He tried to pick up his phone, but it only fell out his hand onto the floor. He became too weak he couldn't even pull on all his comforters and sheets. He laid like this, sipping his bottle of Hennessy and crying. Jacob tried to deny the fact that he was drinking because he wanted to mask the pain of what he'd done by saying to himself: "I'm only drinking because Adym's accomplished. He's fucking Drake!" he said as he downed the last sip of Henny. Jacob cursed as he noticed his bottle was empty.

Jacob wobbled to his cabinet. He grabbed a bottle of Everclear. Big mistake. He struggled the top off and sipped until he was at his interior balcony. It was from the mini theater he had upstairs. All his windows were open and his neighbor, Nadine- a young woman who looked like Daniella Monet- was doing some housework.

Nadine had always been the best neighbor Jacob could have. She'd always make him tasty treats from her culture in Argentina, send flowers to him for his birthday from her father's shop, and be there when he needed it most. And today was no different.

He guzzled until the bottle was half empty and he was at the balcony. He stopped to admire what he had and took a chance leaning on his arm on the balcony. Unfortunately the balcony had been unprofessionally installed and the barrier collapsed -just as Nadine walked up to his door. She heard the barrier hit the lamp and then the plants. Then she heard something crash onto and into glass. It was Jacob's body. He'd hit the coffee table and shattered the glass along with the items on the table. As she dropped her gifts and tried opening the door, Jacob was inside with a gnarly stomach ache, head ache, throat ache, and body ache for that matter, cringing and crying in pain from the crash and a stressed throat from involuntary vomiting.

Finally Nadine busted down the door and screamed at the sight. Jacob was laying on his side in a fetal position having fits of vomiting. He was red eyed and bleeding all over, destroying his outfit of a white t shirt and black sweatpants. She stepped around carefully in her stilettos trying not to have a mental breakdown when she saw a huge shard of glass from a decorative Jack Daniels bottle lodged in Jacob's side close to his back; the kidney area.

Nadine had been interpreting things for a while. She just got into it, but was called frequently.

She figured that this case of alcohol abuse was going to be the death of him. Nadine looked frantically for the house phone. She was calm up until Jacob started throwing up alcohol -noticeable from the smell-, body water, and blood all in one go. She called 911 as fast as possible and waited humbly for them to arrive. She almost began to cry as Jacob began to look pale and lifeless.

Her father died in virtually the same way. He was drinking a new liquor he'd tried in the navy. Merachino Cherry moonshine. He'd been hooked ever since and turned into an alcoholic because of it. One night, he'd drank so much, he fell onto a steel garbage dump. He would've been fine, but his neck was broken from hitting down head first. He seemed alive, but it was ironically a slow death. He'd been pronounced dead on the scene.

Jacob was pronounced .....