Kenzie downed her eighth vodka shot of the night - already tipsy out of her fucking mind, her attention was dead set on those four beautiful blonde white bitches grinding their plump little asses against the groins of the four muscular, drunk ass white men - having the time of their god damn lives as she sat there and fucking suffered.She truly hated alcohol, with a deep, deep passion, but she'd be absolutely damned if she was gonna suffer through this bullshit sober.
Slamming the ninth shot glass down on the bar, her eyes start to water with her attention still on those fucking white bitches and the voices in her head screaming bloody motherfucking murder - and her heart raced.
She could've sworn that this was a heart attack.
It's not.
But it most definitely felt like one.
Her lips began to quiver and she began to blink rapidly in hopes of stopping the stream of tears, emotion, disgust and regret that was about to escape her pained eyes.
It didn't work.
It never seems to fucking work.
Why'd she even try?
She let out a small and quiet sob that just ended up being diluted by the loud and obnoxious music that's currently playing.
God knows she wanted to scream, God knows she wanted to beg for help to get these damn voices - these thoughts to just shut the fuck up!
She stood from the bar stool, and walked as fast as she possibly could to leave this damned building - she thought she was gonna die.
Once she passed the wooden doors, she's greeted by blur.
Everything's spinning.
The voices would only become louder.
And the disgust and regret would only deepen.
She looked up at the grey night sky.
"Why?" The quite obviously distressed girl asked - screamed. "How could you... how could you let this happen to me?" Her heart beat becomes rapid. "I thought you fucking loved me." She gripped and pulled at her hair. "How, how could you?" She breathes before falling down to her bruised knees.
She becomes light-headed, as she lie her head on the cold hard ground, she cry her fucking heart out.
Until she blacked out.
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