My demons (book 1)

I love you more than I can ever scream

When the sorrow finally got too grave Aisha found her relief in alcohol. She didn't remember the last time she was sober and she didn't really care enough to try and refresh her memory. Being drunk was considerately better than being suffocated by grief and worry.

No one was stopping her anyway. Alina was mostly just an empty shell that barely spoke and Jay was clearly having troubles with his demons but won't tell her about them. None of them was even home right then and she didn't even bother asking where they went or when they were coming back.

The bottle she was holding in her hand was nearly empty and was about to join all the empty bottles next to her. Vodka may burn her throat but she'd take it over the pain of her memory any day. She stared at her hands, bruised from when she had punched the wall earlier. Those empty hands scared her; they looked nothing like the hands that used to hold her. She laughed humourlessly at herself, she really was the embodiment of 2012 Tumblr kids. She took another sip, begging for it to make her pass out already, hadn't she drank enough for that by then?

Instead, her demons started screaming her name. Brilliant. In the empty numbness that held Aisha in its clutch, she forgot her own, but she never forgot hers.

It was echoing in her mind as she got up and started bumping her head against the wall to release the pain coming from within. She just wanted them to stop. She just needed it all to stop. She screamed her name and her voice was echoing from the empty walls surrounding her; the voice Claire didn't hear anymore.

Eric walked towards her, entering their house unbeknownst to her, and stopped her from cracking her skull open against the cold concrete. He held her in his arms until she stopped struggling against his hold, and buried her face in his chest, crying.

He made her sit down and plopped himself down on the floor besides her.

"You should slow down on drinking, it's more fun," he grinned, taking a sip from the nearly empty vodka bottle she had left on the ground.

"I don't drink to have fun, I drink to forget."

"Forgetting can be fun," he smirked after some time.

"Don't even try it," she replied coldly.

"Harsh," he laughed, handing her a bottle that he had emptied.

"Give me a new bottle then," she mumble, mad at him for taking her drink away. she was far beyond reason by then.

"You've had enough, don't you think? Didn't I just stop you from getting your brains all over the wall just a few moments ago?" he deadpanned, leaning casually against the said wall.

"Well that indeed paints a picture," she remarked. "I could easily do that sober, my life is a hell hole."

Her head was spinning and she felt a warm liquid making its' way don't her face. Eric noticed and got up to get the supplies to clean the wound.

"It's not too deep, you'll be fine," he remarked after taking some time to clean the wound and she grunted in annoyance. He just shook his head in response.

Before he could say anything, doors swung open and some guy burst in, crying for help. He sank to his knees, screams of agony escaping his body as he convulsed and trembled like a wounded animal, thick blood flowing freely from the gaping hole in his stomach.

Eric hurried to him, trying to stop the bleeding as Aisha stayed seated, frozen in terror. "Help me!" he snapped up at her, aggravated but she couldn't move. Jay had attacked again.

"Is your friend aware that I can't cover for him when he stabs random strangers and doesn't even kill them properly?" Eric hissed, visibly annoyed, and got up from the stranger, who's twitching and screams had stopped. "He is dead."