Demons |h.s|

|1| Midnight Mornings

I've got a nervous habit and I drink to much. She says she hates her life and wants to change her ways. She wakes in the night and whispers oh so quiet, hold onto me.

White. All I have been looking at for the past hour is the white of my apartment ceiling. The hardwood floor is cold but I welcome the feeling because at least I'm feeling something. My empty whisky bottle is on the floor with me just in case it magically decides to fill itself up again. I dread to look up at the clock knowing that it's nowhere near day break and the chances of me sleeping tonight are slim without the artificial warmth of alcohol.

3:25 and the corner store doesn't open till 4. What's half an hour in the cold really? I decide just to go as is and slip on my black converse and step out the door out of my apartment. Gray sweat pants wrap loosely around my thin legs and a brown leather jacket covers my white v neck and small frame. Im ill prepared for the frigid weather but don't mind feeling the discomfort, like I said before at least its something to feel instead of numb. As soon as the old wooden door opens out of my apartment building im slapped in the face with the harsh October air.

Fear is the last thing I feel as I walk down the hard concrete, even though I should be frightened at the fact that its pitch black and I'm in downtown New York. I feel nothing but the need for something strong and intoxicating and am willing to walk a few blocks to get to it.

By the time I make it to the liquor store its 3:40 and there's no one in sight. I walk over to the ledge and grab my pack of menthol and a lighter out of my coat pocket. Flicking my thumb on the edge repeatedly, finally a yellow flame appears out of the red plastic. When I take the first drag of my cigarette I instantly feel more relaxed and lean against the cement wall of the store waiting for the owner to come and give me what I so desperately need.

Minuets pass and with each breath the little stick of calm shrinks and I begin to tense up automatically. Finally I see the owners worn out jeep pull up to the curb and his built body step out. "Little early Amber don't you think?" his face holds a joking smile but I can hear the worry in his voice. "Come on Joe cut me some slack..." I tried to think of something positive I have done lately to make the fact of my drinking not so bad but nothing came to mind so my sentence kind of just faded out. His sympathetic smile as he rang up my whisky make me wince, he was probably the last person who I wanted pity from.

Just as I took out the money to pay I herd the door ding open and a pair of loud boots scuff across the floor. I was surprised to know that another person was up right now buying drinks but then again this is downtown Ney York and nothing should really surprise me. Joe passed me the brown bag and I thanked him as I left the store with my head down.

As soon as I was on the street again I pulled out my pack and realized I was on my last one. Turning on my heal I reentered the store to buy some more and reached into my pocket to pull out the wad of ones I had stuffed in there earlier in my haste to leave the apartment. The person from earlier was just finishing paying when I realized that It was a rather attractive man who looked around my age buying what looked like euphoria in three items. A single bottle of vodka was on the counter along with a lighter and a pack of fresh cigarettes.

His shoulders were broad and went down to a rather slim waist and long legs wrapped in black skinny jeans. When he looked up his eyes caught mine and I was pleasantly surprised to see the intense green color framed with thick long lashes and brown curly hair. I didn't quite want to look away but was snapped away when Joe cleared his throat obnoxiously. "Back for more?" Joe still has he signature smile on his face and I manage to stretch my lips far enough to look decent and ask for a pack of Marlboro. Joe waves goodbye as I exit the small store for the second time tonight.

As soon as I'm clear of the door I open the pack and pull out my lighter. I repeatedly flick the metal against my thumb but the flame refuses to catch and I curse under my breath. I decide to walk back home and hope to find a lighter in the mess that I call an apartment even though I'm sure it's a safety hazard to live there.

The tobacco is resting gently against my lips just teasing me at the fact that I can't feel its soothing effect. I take it out of my mouth to put it behind my ear and open the new bottle of whisky desperate to feel some of the relief. The brown bag is wrapped tightly around the bottle as I take two large swigs. The burn in my throat is welcomed, I have become accustomed to the pain and have grown to enjoy it.

Passing the corner I see the unmistakable flicker of a lighter flame. Without thinking my feet carry me over to the stranger leaning on the wall. "You got a light?" I question not really caring who I'm talking to just on the fact that they have that beautiful key to being calm.

Without a response they flick the end and I cup my hand around the glow of the flame. I close my eyes and savor the smoke clouding my mind and relaxing my mussels. When I look up I see the same boy from the store and I am shocked to find him staring intently at me.

I find his gaze refreshing because the looks that I normally get are either flied with lust or pity and in his all I can see is wonder. Quickly I straiten my back to look him in the eye. He towers over me by at least half a head yet I don't feel intimidated in the slightest.

"Well thanks for the light ..." I pause and wait for him to tell me his name "Harry" he instantly finishes. "Thanks Harry" I chuckle at his quickness and start to walk away when I hear him yell. "I never caught your name beautiful"

his voice was raspy and deep and beautiful but his comment made me cringe.

"My names Amber. Goodnight Harry" and with that I left to go drink myself to sleep

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