Better without me

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I press the cold bottle to my lips, liquid seeping down my throat.

Burning pleasure rises in my chest as I swallow, the alcohol flowing through my blood stream.

Salty tears reach my lips also, melting in with the bitter drink.

I tip my head back, the last drop leaking into my mouth.

I stand, tripping slightly. A laugh bubbles up my throat, and out my parted lips.

The laugh turns into frustration as I realize the bottle is empty.

My heart beat picks up, anger seeking through my skin.

I pull my arm back, directing it across the room.

The bottle shatters as it hits the wall, falling to the floor in a pool of glass.

I sink to the floor, my eyes heavy and body drained.

My body, however drained, feels relaxed. The pain I felt before drinking is reduced.

A knock sounds at my door, causing me to flinch. I roll my eyes, "Nobodys home," I yell, though it comes out more of a giggle.

My laugh ceases and my blood runs cold when I hear his voice, "Kayc?"

I bring my hand to my mouth, fresh tears clouding my vision.

"Kaycee, please open the door," his voice sounds strained and tired.

I stay where I'm at, tears threatening to spill to my cheeks.

His voice alone brought back so many memories. One in paritcual that I didn't want to remember.

Flashback
(A/n you guys are about to hate me for this.)

"I don't want to do this anymore." I hear Sean say as he sits in front of me, my hands in his.

My hands begin to shake as I pull them from his, "Do what?" My voice is thick with fear.

"This, us."

A lump rises in my throat, my eyes glossing over. "Wh- what do you mean?" I stutter.

He sighs, standing up. "Its not the same anymore Kayc. The love once in your eyes isn't there anymore, and I see that."

I shake my head, tears coming now. "I've just been distant, in my head. It doesn't have anything to do with you Sean-"

"Kaycee," he grabs my hand, pulling me up. "Its not working. We need a break, some time alone." He pushes my hair out of my eyes and behind my ear.

I grab his hand in mine, leaning into his palm. "But I love you," my voice cracks even more.

His own eyes line with tears as he swallows, "And I love you too. That's why I'm ending it before we start to fight, before it gets bad. I don't want that to happen."

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