Feminine Wreck

Chapter 6 - Things Were Better

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           Hey! Sorry for the long wait I keep on having writers block with this story, it's just not going exactly to plan. Anyway, I want to thank TheFireKeeper again for letting me use her character. That's all, enjoy*: ~ Pyro.-.

After doing the usual routine of hiding my injuries with makeup I start to make my way towards the house, hoping nobody had noticed my absence in school and no one had snitched to my mother.

When I reach the door I hear clanging and shouting. My parents were arguing again.

After clambering up the stairs, unseen and unnoticed by my preoccupied parents, I sit myself down on my bed and think. I had been thinking a lot lately.

Letting my back rest against the soft mattress below me, I prop my elbows up, support my head on my hands, and stare at the ceiling.

These people I met today, were they just like me?

That was the big question. All this time I had thought that I had been suffering alone, so self absorbed in my own thoughts that I didn't realise that there were others out there feeling the same way. But then again, how could I realise when I still couldn't accept that there was something wrong - because there isn't, is there?

I think my main problem was probably that I think too much. I can't help it, but it would be so much easier if I could just be worry-free for a day at least. I deserved that tiny bit of happiness, right?

Then I remembered. I slowly drag myself off the comfort of my bed and trudge downstairs, as quietly as I possibly could when I was this tired. The arguing had stopped some time ago, and everyone had of since gone to bed.

I had discovered a couple of days ago the large quantity of alcohol now being stored in the kitchen, and I wasn't one to pass up an opportunity like this.

After searching around I gathered a bottle of vodka and some Jack Daniels from the cupboards which should hopefully not be noticed missing. It could be a simple cure to my problems, at least temporarily - but that was good enough for me.

I sit back down on my bed, listening intently to any sounds to show that I had woken anyone up, but I hadn't.

Before my mind absorbed me again, I crack open the vodka bottle and start chugging.

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I open my eyes to the blurred outline of my patterned rug. I blink and put a hand to my pounding head before shouting at my alarm and shutting it off. What happened last night?

The last thing I remember was chugging some vodka, and vaguely remember feeling extremely happy afterwards. The rest was blank. Looking around I see the half empty bottle next to the still unopened bottle of Jacks, it can't have been too bad then?

I lay my hands in front of me in an attempt of getting up, but feel a sticky substance beneath my palm. Of course I had been sick, I hadn't drank so much since that New Years party three years ago - I was a lightweight!

♥♥♡♡★Flashback★♡♡♥♥

"The family Is coming over tonight" my mother stated.

I shrug my shoulders and maintain an emotionless face. Me and my outside family didn't get on too well due to the fact that they always  teased me and I tended to snap at them for it.

However, I couldn't moan. It was New Year today, the family always came over to celebrate towards the New Year at midnight, it was normal.

I saw my dad glance down, he didn't particularly like my mother's side of the family either, they didn't show him too much respect. But just like me his face only flashed a look of disappointment before going back neutral.

Roughly two hours later there is a knock at the door before four familiar faces come bustling into the living room, obviously ruining the serenity and peacefulness of the moment but that's not unusual.

They handed two large bags of alcohol to my father who managed to force a smile before plonking themselves next to me on the couch.

There were four of them there, my grandmother, cousin and two uncles. Apparently my cousin's fiancé was also present, but had just 'popped out for a quick fag'. I hated smoking, the thought of it made me feel nauseas. The smell just clogged up your lungs, I didn't get the point in it to be honest.

♥♥♡♡★ A lot has changed I guess', I think whilst quietly chuckling to the memory. ★♡♡♥♥

The party got started a little while after, my mother had cooked a hell load of food and each platter was placed evenly between the bottles and cans scattered on the long table centering the room. I'd never seen this much alcohol before in my life!

Now, I've never been allowed to drink due to my amazingly strict parents, but nothing seems to matter to them as they drunkenly pass me an open bottle of vodka and tell me to drink it. I honestly didn't have any intention of following their 'orders', but after remembering that I was the only one in my school that hadn't actually gotten drunk before, I pushed against my better judgement and took the bottle out of my mum's outstretched hand. My dad gives me a look, but I ignore it and start chugging;

One chug..

Two chugs..

Three chugs..

Four..

I remember waking up with around four empty bottles of various alcohols surrounding me, I didn't THINK they were all mine.. I felt as sick as a dog but didn't give a shit. I had finally gotten drunk, and I was proud.

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I smile half heartedly at the good memories. This was before I got really bad.

My head pounding I knock the two bottles under my bed, I would have to dispose of them soon.. Just before I was about to re settle to bed, my stomach suddenly lurched upwards and vomit plastered my floorboards. I groan before rushing to the bathroom and excavating my stomach once again.

Today's going to be fun.

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