Chapter 1
Prologue
I opened my eye's, yet another night had past in a blur of alcohol, drugs, fights and judging by my nakedness, sex.
The taste in my mouth, it was disgusting, and my face hurt, I vaguely remembered getting in a fight with someone.
I sat up, my head screamed and a wave of nausea hit me.
"What are you fucking doing?"
"Shutup." I snapped, I needed to make sense of where I was.
Who's place did we end up at this time? It looked like Zacks.
Laughter next to me. "Look at your fucking face."
I reached out and hit him. "Shut the fuck up Brian, you prick."
Fuck, what was I doing to myself?
I looked around for my clothes, they were scattered all over the room.
"Have a drink." Brian said, shoving a bottle of Jack Daniels at me.
"I don't want a fucking drink."
He looked at me shocked, it was the first time he'd ever heard me say I didn't want a drink.
I grabbed my clothes and started pulling them on.
"Aww come back to bed." Brian whined.
I looked at him, and honestly, the sight of him, it made me angry.
I stomped into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
Jesus Christ Kylie, what are you doing to yourself?
I had a black eye, a fat lip and numerous love bites on my neck, yet no recollection of what had happened.
If you don't stop you'll end up dead, a voice in my head whispered. It was true, I would. We did the same thing everynight. Drinking too much, too many drugs and everything else that went along with it.
You'll amount to nothing, that voice whispered again.
Oh god it was true, I was going to amount to nothing, I was 21 years old and I couldn't even hold down a job.
I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my jacket, I glanced at Brian, I wouldn't miss him anyway.
I walked out of the room, past other drunken bodies and straight out the front door.
I had two options, live, or keep doing this and killing myself.
I walked away.
I chose to live.
