One-Shots

[MiniCat] Drowning in whiskey

Breathing just got harder.

The report book was on his table, but he could not make a move to open it. He didn't need another reminder of how badly he did that semester. From the sinking feeling in his gut, he already knew the outcome.

He failed, badly.

The whispers started up, at the back of his mind, deluding him from the real problems. It told him to drink, it told him to forget. To repeat the cycle. It forced an illusion of security into his mind, as if nothing was wrong.

He drank to forget the troubles he had, he relished in the feeling of dulled happiness. Underneath his table, his leg brushed against the box of whiskey he hid away from his parents. He didn't want to admit that he was spending their money on alcohol.

The secret burned on his tongue.

The door opened and his roommate walked in, hands piled high with books. He was the smart one, always scoring the As, always recieving the awards. His shelf stacked high with trophies proclaiming his excellence in science, math, languages, nearly every subject.

He hated him.

Craig placed a letter on his table, slim fingers barely brushing his. The contact was just for a second, but the anger in his chest lashed out, striking the closest thing he had to a friend.

"What do you want, you fucking nerd." He slurred, swatting away at the hand which jerked back at the touch. He heard a sharp intake of breath and quick steps leaving his room, leaving him to the silence. Leaving him to his thoughts.

God, he needed another drink.

Knowing that Craig would stay away out of hurt, he pulled out the box. The bottles clinked together, creating a short melody of sound that just fuelled his need to drink. He picked up a bottle, flicking off the cap with a tool he kept on his desk, for easy use. The smell of whiskey was enticing.

Jerking his head back, he chugged down the content of the bottle, a small stream of whiskey running down his lips. A fire burned in his chest, chasing away the feeling of emptiness.

A crash sounded from a distance, until he found himself lying on his back, shards of glass scattered around his closed fist. Pain bloomed in his spine, the impact of his chair hitting the floor causing him to hiss. His feet twitched, but he had no strength left but to lie there, taking it all in. Numbing the thoughts in his head.

The door opened but he couldn't lift his head to see it. From his view, he could barely see the tousled hair of Craig. Stupid, perfect, Craig.

"Tyler! That's it, you're being suspended from this school until you can get your act together." The voice of his principal resounded in his ears. Mentally, he knew he was in deep trouble, but under the influence, he really didn't care.

"Go fuck yourself, both of you." Finding sudden strength, he picked a piece of the glass and flung it at that lump of hair. From the shout, he think succeeded.

The blurry face of his principal appeared above him, her eyes showing nothing but disgust. "You have just committed a major offense in our school, Tyler, and you will be expelled for causing harm to your peers. Pack up your things, i will be calling your parents." His heart jumped feebly, and he tried to swipe at the face above him.

"No, don't call them." He slurred, attempting to push himself to an upright position.  His head suddenly spinning, he turned and vomited onto the lady's shoes. Blood mixed with the stench of alcohol and vomit invaded his senses.

"Escort him out." He felt his arms being lifted, as he was was forcibly dragged away.

"Stop, fuck you, let go of me!" He screamed and kicked about, but he was too exhausted to break free of their hold. The entire corridor was full of students watching, judgement visible in their eyes. No one liked him, he was a failure. The words jumped up to his throat and stuck there, making it harder for him to breathe.

He looked up into Mini's eyes, the fear and pity in them, but his heart could not stand it. He looked back down, at the small trail of blood running down Mini's arm.

It didn't quite feel like a victory.