Restricted II H.S

Intro

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Prologue (A bit of the future) :

How did it come to this? I was fine before, when I drank my life away and didn't care what people thought of me.

If Dean finds out about me and Harry I am scared of what he might do. He really is capable of anything and will stop at nothing to get what he wants when his anger boils over. Hell his anger is always boiled over, only some a little more than normal.

He is a bad person. I can't believe I ever fell for him. I can't even put together in my mind why he chose me. Out of all people, he chose me.

Am I cheating? In a way. Under the circumstances I am sure many other words could be used, especially heinous ones towards Dean.

My fragile hand skims the surface of the rough carpet. It feels old and tattered. Too many drinks have been spilt on this carpet, and too many bad memories have been right above it.

All the parties, all the "friends" and all the stupid ideas have seemed to form scars. Some physical, some mental and some swerved in ink along my flesh.

My butt feels numb from sitting on the ground for so long and I begin to wonder where Dean is. I don't even want to be here. I am scared though. Scared of what he could do to me and more importantly the people around me.

If he comes back drunk I will have to run. I can't handle the state he is in when he is drunk. Although,  at least he can't remember everything when he is sober again. He is equally as bad when he is sober.

The burning liquid used to feel so natural flowing through my veins in my body along with my blood. It made me forget everything and just have fun, not any more.

Now the alcohol tastes of poison, it churns my insides and makes me feel guilt in the pit of my stomach.

I can't swallow the liquid past my throat without it coming up, even if I could get it past then it would all be too easy. It would be too easy to get drunk and to waste my life away; it would be too easy to show such vulnerability towards Dean. It would be too easy to get hurt, again.

It's hard to ignore the bad things when they are constantly being shoved in my face, right in front of my eyes. I don't want to go back to the way I was, wasting my life and messing with everyone. I used to be someone who I now despise. Maybe I despise those people so much because I was once one of them?

I am still considered one of them but I don't like to think so. I have grown so much as a person and no longer do the stupid things I once did. I am still with the same people though. The same people that drink and waste there life away. I have to be, or Dean would hurt me, and I am scared.

I hear the wind rattling against the window in the dark. Everything around is black, it's scary and cold but I dare not move.

If I could sleep then I would, but I can't. I can't sleep without the worry of Dean, the person who ruined everything.