Breakaway // George Ezra Fanfiction

◆Chapter 1◆ Partying

Chapter 1

Partying is never the answer to defeat your sorrows in my book, killing every bit of hurt and pain you feel with numbness of alcohol. This rule didn't apply to me tonight, drinking was the only way I can wake up in the morning too the lack of memory of what happened in the last 2 weeks, or just a really big hang over will do me. Tonight I am going all out for the sake of it.

My friends kept telling me it was a bad idea to even go to this party, nothing good would come out of it. But I don't care. I don't care if people from my past who haunt my dreams every night linger in one of the rooms dancing to a tune with an up-beat tempo. I don't care that I am under age by two years to drink alcohol. I don't care.

The room is spinning by the time I am finished downing a whole bottle of vodka, the sensation of burning lingers even ten minutes after I have found a different type of alcoholic drink. I stumble from the kitchen to the living room nursing the already half bottle of Jack Daniels, where it looks most of the action of the party is happening. Strobe lights bouncing off the walls, the live band breaking the eardrums of everyone around, it was making me dizzy. I lean back on the sofa making myself comfortable. Closing my eyes I swallow hoping for the burning feeling to finally fade away. Opening them again I see a blurred figure in front of me, I must have nodded off or something because something's telling me I have been like this for a while. My brain is processing who it is for quite some time, until finally it latches on that it's my best friend Lowri who also came to the party with me or as she put it to look after me.

Her brown wavy hair and brown eyes kind of gave it away now. She's so lovely, I just want to pinch her cheeks.

"I'm going to be staying here tonight; you're alright finding your way home alone right?" I stare at her for a long time squinting my eyes slightly, taking in what she said slowly. I knew that alcohol took effect on your ability to speak but I didn't know it would be this much. Damn.

"Yea... hum... Yeah its fine- just don't get mixed in w-w-with too many of the bitches from our schoooool." I giggle to myself at the end. It's funny how alcohol affects me in the strangest ways.

Lowri laughs along with me "Maybe you should lay off a little Miss Alcoholic". I didn't know what she meant, seen as it has only been 1 week and 6 1/2 days since I found out the news about my parents death. I have been trying to distract myself with things so I don't have to think about it. Like the first week I got a job as a book shelf stacker at the local library. I don't really care that it doesn't pay well, sometimes I would sneak into the back just so I could read one of the novels I should have stacked. Then for the rest of the nights I would return home, get dressed up, leave on a weary trail to find a house party that were going on. This has been happening for almost 2 weeks straight and it's been working alright, I have hardly thought about them once. The times I did think about them were in my dreams; I would wake up screaming, streams of tears rushing down my face.

The loud music wasn't helping me with my large intake of alcohol but from what my unsober brain could tell the tune was actually alright. Taking a look at my phone the blurred numbers read a few minutes after 2 in the morning, it also tells me I have 9 missed calls and 16 new messages. My guess is that they are all from my Grandmother worried sick, now that she's the only one.

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Vomiting in the lane next to the house the party is being held in, I try and take a couple of breaths before going back in there. Stumbling towards the front door, I use the wall as my leaning post to help me towards the front door.

It is dark outside so obviously I didn't see anything around me in my state of mind, but of course there had to be something. I try to shimmy my out of their almost frail grip, the murderer was strong I'll give them that.

"Now now Clara, it's only me. Come on I'll take you home. Lucky Lowri phoned when she did aye." Grandmother dearest didn't seem to mind that I was drunk, or a handful because I was drunk, or the heaving and throwing up because of all the drinking. She simply held a sullen look. Noticing her face for the first time even with the edge of drunk I see she has dark red circles around her eyes like she has been crying.

I reach out and wrap my arms around her, I am not quite sure why but the gesture seemed heavy and one-sided on my part. All she did was lightly hang one of her frail arms around my shoulder, edging me towards the old battered car she had turned up in.

We had been driving in what felt like hours yet it is only a mere 7 minute drive. The street lights flew by like little fairy's in the night sky, the roads were dead quite while my gran rode though them almost giving me the urge to quieten her on her driving.

It wasn't long before gran pulled up onto the small drive, the final surge of alcohol ran through me. Galloping up the path like a horse making the best that I can out of my drunken behavior, I reach the door and wait for grandma to open it still clip clopping around like the sad human who can't hold her drink.

She helps me in the house, up the stairs and into my room where I am placed down on my bed still in my party clothes with a splash of sick from just moments before. Her kiss just like a whisper on my forehead, Gran switches off the light meanwhile I am left to feel the darkness gradually take over with a smudge of embarrassment seeping into my already incitable dreams.

*In her dream (These will only happen a few times throughout the book it will also be in 3rd person a/n) ****

Clara is standing in the middle of a beach, nobody around her just herself. She does a 360° pivot on her feet. There were trees as deep as the eye could see one side of her, then a deep blue ocean to the other.

She squints out at the sea, not seaming to have any fear of it what so ever. When she turns to look at the forest- surprise sketches on her face, a young teenage girl was stood there with a sour look on her face. Behind her three more girls stood, all with the same expression. Clara knew who they all were; she just wasn't sure why they were there. The first girl she laid eyes on had short brown hair, while the others all had long platinum blond hair.

Another girl came from the darkened woods behind Clara and went to stand next to them. From the back Clara didn't know who it was, and then the girl turned. It was her best and only true friend loyal to Clara, Lowri.

Clara wanted to ask what she is doing, to ask why she is with them but Clara didn't have enough time, not enough time to breathe, to hold her breath, to say goodbye. A gigantic wave from behind her, splashed all up her back. She was now underwater, swimming with the colorful fish of the ocean without a care in the world. All in a blink of an eye the water started to turn murky, the corpse of her parents were floating towards her. Clara panicked, she did the one thing she could only do- swim ,swim as hard and fast as possible even though she thought she had forgotten how. She was almost at the surface when another big wave came and washed away everyone and everything, leaving Clara alone in a vast amount of white.