Drinker

When it came to telling the truth, it ended up as silence. Would she ever cope?

She grabbed the bottle from the bag, a big, magical bottle which took away stress, pain, and happiness.  Dylan turned the lid, and pulled away the cap, she took the bottle into her mouth and let the grime tasting liquid poor into her, and at that moment - this heavy, ache from her chest lifted, and her entire body once again became alive.

However, the after taste? Wasn't the best, but it was magical, to this girl who was only 17 and has never understanded the consequences of drink. She knew it was bad, but it was fairy dust, a special thing, that only kind enough people would get for her. 

So imagine it; there she is, Dylan, a girl who lives with her bestfriend, also a drinker, there they live in a house were gangs of boys stay, a place where they can take drugs, sell drugs, and make drugs. Also a place were anybody could live without paying a single penny. Beds weren't real, in her mind frames had never existed, all was needed was a single mattress, something to lie on, and then a blanket. To keep her of dieing from hypothermia in the cold dark fighting nights.

There she sat, in the grid of a road in a place which was just a dark nightmare to her. She went to school, but bunked most classes, and then at those bunkers, hided behind the bikesheds with her usual bottle alone. 

Lifts her head up, and her hood drops down to reveal her bleach blonde tied up hair, her eyes fix on the soon to make the world feel like some lemon hazing dream. Then a voice was heard.

" Dylan " it says.

Go away, I don't like you, I don't like people, I want to be alone.