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Total Write-Out: Round One

Hey! So this is my contest entry for @akan_great16 's 'Total Write-Out'. Dedicated to @Next_JK_Rowling , one of the wonderful judges ;)

My prompt was 'There are many types of drunk people. I fall into the category of...'

So I hope you judges enjoy! And everyone else I hope you do too. With the way I started out I did not expect it to end how it has. I'm still not sure what I think of it, it doesn't even feel like my writing... But that's part of the reason why it was really fun to write this short story in a short space of time and it's not something I'm used to but I enjoyed it!

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Drunken Devastation

There are many types of drunk people. I fall into the category of will-wake-up-the-next-morning-thinking-a-demon-took-over-my-soul-the-night-before. The moment alcohol touches my lips Essie Todd is gone and someone who has all the self control and balance of a rhinocerous on steroids in her place.

See, he kept telling me I was drunk but all I heard was blood pounding in my head and a whiney voice that couldn't have sounded less like my brother if it wasn't him. I was really drunk. But at the time I was too busy doing shots and ignoring the reason I'd started drinking in the first place to acknowledge it.

"You were drunk, that's all."

"I know I was drunk. That doesn't make it okay," I sigh, walking out of the bathroom door with my brother behind me. "Oh crap no, I'm gonna be sick again." Still kind of mentally and physically unstable from last night.

My brother and I are inseparable, even more so now than ever because all we have left, as of yesterday, is each other. And sooner or later they'll get one of us and I will let that be me. I will look after him because he's my little brother and he's all that's left. If I let him be the last killed that would make me the crappiest big sister ever. Except I already proved that I am yesterday when they got her; my little sister. There were five of us to start but last night they got Number Four. Which proves they don't go in order; which proves that it could be me or Oscar. We knew from the beginning that we would all slowly start dropping the moment our youngest brother turned eighteen. Simon's idea was to kill Oscar straight off so no one really minded when Simon himself was first to go. As bad as that sounds. But that's just the harsh reality of our lives. We've grown up knowing that being orphaned before any of us reached eighteen made us one of those families. Parentless and unsafe because of it - and in more reasons than one. So we decided not to let ourselves get attached; not to call each other brothers and sisters; to look at each other as strangers that we had the misfortune to live with. Because that way it wouldn't hurt when we lost each other. But we knew on Oscar's birthday that someone would die and when it was Simon, Oscar called it karma and I called it his uninflicted revenge.

I've tried to live as normal a life as possible but it happened the moment Oscar turned of age; we were no longer in the security zone and they started to kill us off one by one. Dropping like flies we are. And yesterday, because I was drunk, because of Marie's death, because I'm the weak one who did start to love my siblings: I almost lost another one of them. It was so stupid. Especially when today Oscar and I leave the safety of this house. They're already aware that we're vulnerable, that I allowed myself to get drunk as Ed Sheeran and his talking cat, that that all means they can already reach out and snatch one of us. So moving today is stupid, but necessary.

"Are you ready?" Oscar asks, trying not to let me notice the shakiness in his voice as he swings the bag over his shoulder.

"Well I've thrown up anything and everything I've consumed in the past 24 hours, I haven't taken a shower, my head kills and I don't know what the hell this is on my top from last night... so yeah, ready as I'll ever be." He's a lot better at dealing with it all than me. My only methods are drinking and sarcasm.