Why Can't It Be Me?

Chapter 6: Drowning My Sorrows With A Bottle Of Whiskey

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*DRUGS & ALCOHOL*

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My phone kept buzzing in the back pocket of my blue jeans, but I didn't care.

I was too busy swaying my hips to the beat of the music that engulfed me.

My hands were in the air; in one I held what used to be a full bottle of Whiskey, but now it only contained less than half of the brown liquid. In the other hand was a red solo cup filled with some kind of cheap vodka.Whatever it was, it made my skin tingle.

"Here. Take a nice puff and try to hold it for a few seconds." Bree handed me a lit joint, the smell of the burning buds in the brown wrapping made the air thicker.

Doing as she says, I pulled the smoke deep in my lungs and it set them ablaze. I immediately coughed and the room went hazy and began to spin.

Larkin and Bree laughed at me as I heaved, my lungs constricting with every breath. Soon though, my mind was in sweet oblivion. All my worries had vanished. For once, I was finally having some fun.

"Another round of shots, everyone!" A young man's voice sounded over a loud speaker system. The intoxicated bodies around me made sounds of joy and excitement; rushing forward to the free drinks.

I took another large swig from the bottle of Whiskey as the beat of the next song changed; the melody taking my body to a different place.

"I'm trying to learn and I am dying to know,"

"When to move on, and when to let it go."

"A curious feeling no one can explain."

"And I just don't know if I'll risk it again."

My skin felt icy hot and everything around me seemed to slow down; it was just me in the centre of the room, letting go.

It felt like I had become one with the music, my heart beating in sync with each musical instrument.

My eyes closed and a wide smile spread across my face as I listened to the haunted, disembodied voice of the man singing.

"When the future's so unsure,"

"When the future's so unclear."

I opened my eyes, watching as the strobe lights lit up the small dark room, casting green and blue shadows on the dancing silhouettes that surrounded me. The air was thick and it smelt like sweat and alcohol, but nobody seemed to mind.

"Bella!" That familiar voice shouted behind me, it was muffled by all of the other noises.

Bringing the red cup to my mouth, I started chugging it. The potent alcohol burned my throat, the sensation trailing all the way down in to my stomach.

I felt a hand tug on my shoulder, turning me around. My murky eyes met with Damon's. His felt like they were piercing through me.

He stood towering over me, wayward strands of his curly hair strayed in front of his face. His tatted muscles glistened in his black tank top, a silver chain dangled from his neck. His dark ripped jeans clung to his thick, built legs and were neatly tucked into his leather boots.